Crisindra

My mother      is a black panther,  stalking around,               waiting to pounce. My mother      is an old,            cornered,       calico cat,                            slashing at you,      for no apparent reason. My mother      is a mocking monkey, making you mimic her. My mother      is a chameleon,           changing her color,  from blonde, to red,   to brown,              to blonde, to green (which was an accident),  to brown,             to red, to blonde,   to gray. My mother        is an ancient elephant, never forgetting,           unless it's about you going out. My mother    

Music. Sweet, calm, loud, strong, singing, rocking, Music. The great wonder of the world, how, you came to be? You make people cry, laugh, sing, die, Music. People come from all over just to hear you. You are a mystery, Music. People tap their toes, sing out loud, clap their hands, for you, Music. Jazz, Rap, Hip Hop, Classical, Rock, Heavy Metal, Oldies, Music. How you turn people. You make them wild, calm, sad, happy, afraid, Music. There you are. You happen daily. A beat, a tune, a cry, Music. Don't ever go away. The world wouldn't work without you, Music.

The willow branches are arms, stretching to reach the ground. The babbling water flows under the bridge. The cold metal of the bridge is like ice as you sit on it. The too tall grass creeps up the side of the brook like a child needing a haircut. The beaten rocky path slithers along the edge of the brook. The fish are like childrenplaying games as the tag and run. The bridge carries a sweet yet pungent smell of wood, fish and dirt. The faded red railing looks as if it shall fall soon from so many children playing on it. The string-n-stick drag through the water, hoping for a nibble from a fish. The mist still hangs from the morning m

Life spins you round and round. You wander around, Dizzy, and Confused. Sometimes you fall. Sometimes you pull yourself up and spin some more. Other times, someone lends you a hand, Helps you up, And spins with you. And other times, you sit, Dazed, Confused, Dizzy, Watching the others spin. Me? I just lay back, Close my eyes, And hope no one steps on me.