In the morning while I wandered, three ravens
took flight while leaving me quite startled
I wondered of their presence, so soon their haven
suddenly disrupted, though I chortled.
How odd to see such masked creature
on a day that does tease nature.
While I thought quite little of their departure
I did chuckle in my own quiet
how is it this day the begin their venture
as in their way I appear to riot.
Much life is often coincidental
seldom thought of as easily incidental.
I won’t pretend to have Edgar’s prowess with a bird
Just a Happy Halloween with words rather absurd.
Glance toward the sky
the more I think about
the lunacy; the absurd
across mind’s eye
Guide me through the havoc,
let me at least
find a way to calm
an edgy hallowing urgency,
cross paths with my ego,
find the setting sun to be surreal.
Grant me one wish
while baying at the shadowed
illumination. Every participant,
clouds, a steady breeze, night chill,
the lights of the city mean little to me tonight.
I felt the presence of a strange reality,
then the sky arose to speak of sanity.
GHOSTS OF PUBLIC SPACES / ACTIONS ! – NIMALAN YOGANATHAN
Medley of circumstance
When the world stops
Our reality becomes suspect
An indecisive gesture
An active classroom
Should doors open?
How many eyes
Will suddenly observe
Every step toward …
What if I trip?
Perhaps a sneeze
Watch me cry
Seems the season
Is right for peril
Masks consume the night
Yet the light of day
Frightens my mind
When asked to reveal
In the eye of my peers
I am a ghost
Inside my own
Night terrors consume
My mind as I enter
A room of certain scorn
Is this a God moment?