The Castle of Eternity

When the boy was a prince,

it seemed like everything

would last forever.

His key

to the castle of eternity

would never rust.

 

He ran carefree

and never felt

the niggling doubt

felt by those

who felt the flow of time

sliding past their veins.

 

While others took photos

of passing butterflies,

the prince frolicked in meadows.

 

While others wrote down

the melodies and recipes

they enjoyed,

the prince savored the moment.

 

~

 

But the prince grew up,

and when he did,

his key to the eternal castle,

where all these wonderful events occurred,

rusted away.

 

He tried everything to get back.

He tried to dream his way.

He tried to swim through the clouds.

He wanted to levitate to the gate.

But every time he attempted

such a feat,

he would fall a thousand feet.

 

~

 

To the once prince, now king,

the free gates

once eternal

were locked forever.

 

Without a key,

he scrambled

to recreate

the bits of his childhood

the atmosphere

the love

the life

to no avail.

 

He got

the photos and recipes

from his childhood friends…

but he discovered

the life pictured

and immortalized in them

was dead to him.

 

Someone else

holding a long-dead butterfly

did not excite him.

The recipes and songs

did not taste and sound

as good as they did

when he was a child.

He began to fear

that his kingly wish

was impossible!

 

But when he was borrowing

yet another load of memorabilia

from his friend,

he came across

a little girl.

 

She held a silver key

and was about

to go visit

her castle.

She invited the king along

and for that hour

the king was the prince again.

 

But that hour ended

When the girl’s mother

called her in for supper.

 

~

 

The king

elated by the finding of

of the key,

took it home with him

so he could visit the castle

from the comfort of his own home.

 

At his abode however,

he discovered the key

was simply a plastic toy key painted silver.

 

~

 

The king wasn’t able

to reach the castle of eternity

on his own volition.

As he grew up,

he slowly had

begun to see the world

from a different perspective.

This is what rusted his key

to that particular castle

that held his eternity.

 

Salt Pillars

I look back

I long to speak

My memories

Even though I was warned

I would turn to salt

If I looked back

 

Checking behind my boat

Looking at the reeds

Trying to see

That similar person

Who’s lifeline

Long split away from mine

 

Like tears

The water is salty

And I can’t physically

Go back

As the current

Only flows forward

 

~

 

In the amusement park of life

I mount a merry-go-round

I keep turning in the same direction

Does the circle have no end?

Kids and adults get on

And go off.

 

I met this person

On the merry-go-round

They said they would

Weather the ride with me

But when I looked back

They were gone.

 

Sounds echo into my mouth

As words fly by

Beating hearts cry

Does this break my fast of silence?

 

I called for them

Echoes did not

Reverberate

Like a shadow

Their presence grew and

Shrank in my mind

Until it was a button

 

At some point

After I had given all up for nought

It became

Convenient

For them to visit the fair

See the merry-go-round again

 

But I feel cheated

I weathered

And now it is too late

For that person to hold my hand

That horse has rusted

And I daren’t turn back

To revive ties I took for broke

Least my tears

Turn me into

A pillar of salt

 

She’s Not a Penguin

A penguin

(sweet seeming

from your far off glance)

This chosen animal

is really not

your cuddly vision of it

 

Said the woman

In the bottle

“I want to be

Sweet seeming

I want to change.

I even look the part.”

 

But could she act the part?

The penguin waddled~

Tried to walk on wattle~

But fast.

She got angry!

 

The angry red

of the bowtie

on a penguin.

 

~

 

But wait.

Penguins

don’t wear bow ties,

it’s a fake!

 

She’s not a penguin!

It’s not her nature!

It’s just habit.

 

~

 

“It hurts”

Ingrained

Pain

“I don’t want

to change,

it’s been so long

and I’ve gotten used to…

 

Always being-

En garde

 

“How can I

Be the kind person

you want

 

when I bare my beak

in fear

you will

As you always have

Revert.”

 

Into the snarling leopard seal

 

Frightened~

Zoo penguin~

Falls into old actions.

 

New actions

Change

Will take

Time 

Cunning One

Winged knave

Shoes brush the sand

Stirring golden wave

 

Remembering land

Time spent in dim cavern

Shoes brush the sand

 

Tricks lack a pattern

No path to follow

Time spent in dim cavern

 

Hidden in hollow

Shiny things secreted

No path to follow

 

Are dice games cheated?

Snake eyes are staring

Shiny things secreted

 

Accused, glaring

Winged knave

Snake eyes are staring

Stirring golden wave

Spotted Wool

This single mammal,

was raised

as a ____ lamb.

 

But over the years that ___ness changed

into something else.

The lamb visited many schools and

each school

sought to dye the lamb’s wool

its own personal shade of personality.

Each location

tried to pull the wool

over the sheep’s eyes

in one way

or another.

 

After leaving each of the locations,

the sheep,

would go and cleanse in the native waters

of its homeland,

trying to look presentable.

 

But after each year,

each time the sheep bathed,

a little less of the dye

would be washed away.

So the sheep

became a spotty sheep.

 

~

 

Now, at each new potential place of belonging,

the sheep searches for

a herd of sheep

that match its wool patterns.

A herd of sheep

it can talk openly with.

A herd of sheep

with whom it can belong and migrate with.

 

But year after year,

this is becoming harder and harder;

too many changes

and too many flocks.

Will this sheep

ever find

a doppelgänger?

 

Or has the sheep been searching for

the wrong thing

this whole time?