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Thought
(in six lines patterned thrice into rhyme)
© 2016 Iony Smith

Thought as glimmering pulsing light
resonating through space or dilemma of sorts
tangling with reason seemingly in flight
transparent and opaque as crystal quartz
streaming currents of dancing forms
hoisting sails through cerebrum storms

Thought leading to actions unapparent from start
an invention, a work of genius spawned
even congealing a broken and weeping heart
pathways forged as both gentle and stinging correspond
ideas born in eternity searching to be free
inspiration from the Muse of Calliope

Thought in as many bits and pieces as atoms in a day
more than can readily be put into worth
resting to perch on a lofty cumulus array
awakening again to sluice heaven and earth
transforming an idea’s soil into all that can grow
thought once envisioned is all that we can know

Four By Four (4x4)
© 2017 Iony Smith

While my star is bright and shining strong
before its fuel eventually depletes
I sit here, in my little space
in the corner of my front yard
    not much more than 4x4

I talk to my friends wishing all well
    and receive greetings from them
        thank God (or goddamn) for the advent of the cell

here in my little place
in the corner of my front yard
    not much more than 4x4

I drink my lemonade, freshly squeezed   
    from what seems like an eternal tree
        always lemons never ever displeased

here from my little base
in the corner of my front yard
    not much more than 4x4

I watch the cars pass by on my street
    fast slow some even hanging from a tow
        I do not miss a beat

here before my eyes and face
in the corner of my front yard
    not much more than 4x4

This little plot of land I find so dear
    sitting on a makeshift chair crate
         caressing a flower with a dew drop tear

here in my little grace
in the corner of my front yard
    not much more than 4x4

seeing all the sun sets and occasional rises
    expressions run short when describing the scene
        this abundance of gifts and precious prizes

here in my little heaven’s trace
in the corner of my front yard
    not much more than 4x4

When my star dulls and flickers no more
I make a humble and solemn request
to befit I hope all that is blessed
fold me up as needed in this corner of my yard        
    not much more than 4x4
    not much more than 4x4

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