Not A Lot To Do? Poem by ktarcus ...

Butterflies,
Moulded without form of texture,
Acquiescent to the fact that life is short.

Disciples of the grail wait with uncommon urgency the return of the saffron moon.

In hallowed halls of learning professors debate the possibility of life in a far off galaxy.
Little do they know they are being watched by the very life force they surmise about?

Off in the distance of immortality the raisin filled arias of a multitude of meandering mermaids cast spells of haven upon all who will take of their soul.

Life is as it should be upon this world of tranquillity except for the beating of the heart of a single drone, carried aloft upon the savannas summer sirocco.

Were it not for the poor there would be no rich
Were it not for the air there would be no breath
Were it not for the sun there would be no light
Were it not for the clouds there would be no rain
All of these things and more important within their own way and yet were it not for the constant gentile humming reminder of the bee there would be no life on earth.

While Rome burned Nero played!
What will you be doing as our world is rent apart


Looking at pretty pictures? ..