Menagerie 2

It’s a game, so lame, who’s to blame. Menagerie.

Colour cropped by pretty fences furling up to brightness
Eyes that blink in haze too bright and flutter finding lightness
Posing pretty leafy calm that reaches for a table
Giggles from the little girls who taste of nature’s fable
Kindness in the eyes of all who watch that gorgeous scene
Of other in the land burnt bright by focus in between

It’s the same


Angela Sidoti © 2011

Be Like a Tree

Be like a tree said old woman to me
Grow in the ground and happy you’ll be
Reach for the sky with your limitless green
Dig deep in the earth so your roots can’t be seen

For trees are so happy to stand there all day
Reaching and digging each opposite way
Smiling inside with their trunks growing strong
Not judging the weather as right or as wrong

But stretching and bending and learning those things
That make tree so peaceful with all that life brings
Be like a tree said old woman to me
Toes in the ground, and be happy, you’ll see

Angela Sidoti © 2006

Menagerie

You caged and cankered brilliance
Calling in your tongue
An echo only heard in place of truth

With wild and worried instinct
Wavering for grace
But kept for nothing more than light

Your beauty soft and decadent
Plucked green from nature's soul
Last chance at being sold for breaths not yours

You squawk and cry and struggle
Hidden from clear view
Exotic sounds of free none capture here

Angela Sidoti © 2010