Okay, don't go into shock.  Two posts in the same week!  Wow.  I was sitting in a restaurant with my trusty tablet with me, and got into a weird mood, and started writing.  I do that on occasion, and sometimes I even get something from it that's worth keeping.  You'll have to decide that one for yourselves, I guess.  Anyway, here they are.

Who Chose?

Who chose the colors of the sky

  or the trees and rocks

Who sat there and thought

  green would look good

   against the blue

Maybe white for the clouds

That had to be tough

  the water was already blue

Clouds are water

  but they're white

   or dark grey

Where did the blue go

  when the water stopped

   being a lake?

c. 2012 C. Thames

I was looking at a small lake, then at the clouds, then back at the lake, and that one hit me.  I was following up on the Who idea for the next one.

Who Asks?

Who asks the water
  to stop being a river
and start being a cloud
Do the drops get together
  and decide
We're out of here!
Or, do the ones in the sky
  invite the rest
Come on up for a party
Hang for a while
  go home later

It's a cool deal
  hanging in a cloud
Circle the world
  then rain on a flower
Getting flushed can't be fun
 but it's gone
 back home.

c. 2012 C. Thames

I don't know that I like the second one that much.  It feels like it kind of falls apart in the last stanza.  I've been thinking about cycles lately, and both of these kind of represent that, in their own way.  Different ideas, different ways of looking at things.  All that.  Maybe that's the point of poetry?  Present a new way of looking at things?  I don't know.  It is kind of fun, though.

Three More

Wow, I must have too much time on my hands.  I've been writing a bit, but unfortunately not here.  I am trying to make an effort to put more stuff up here, but I get distracted and don't.  I know, there isn't much point to having a blog if you never write on it.  Oh well.  I figured out how to respond to a comment, so I can do that now.  Feel free to critique the poems if you want.  You won't hurt my feelings.

Days

      We all get them
Sunlight through the windows
   more than one in a row
lighting up the dust
piling up
  All over
   and over
Each a little different
  settling here but not there

Another night
  full of the day
   before it
Project into the dark
   fears worries and hopes
for the days
  to follow

c. 2012 C. Thames


I usually try to avoid "cute" in my poetry.  The next one isn't particularly cute, but it could be seen as a bit sardonic.

Robin

The first robin of spring
  back from his travels
The winter was long
  but not very cold
I wonder where he's been
  or if he enjoyed the trip
I guess it doesn't matter
  I'm just glad
TSA let him come back.

c. 2012 C.Thames

Okay, one more.  Like I said, I've been trying to write more.

Gentle Wind

Gentle wind blowing my mind
  where did it all start
In a dream – a dream of air
  moving moving moving
on the way away from here
  to somewhere not-here
like most dreams of where
  it is that's not where we are
Gone from here with its problems
  its incredible inconvenience
Day after night after day
  it never ends until it does
a quick cremation
  flame shedding the husk
freeing me into the air
  gentle wind blowing my mind

c. 2012 C. Thames