A POEM

When tired and in a mood to scribble, try your hand at poetry. In verse, the human brain functions in snapshots and scampers away like a scared rodent...here is a doodler's attempt... a poem


The 'Saharan' Oasis

Furious ancestors cladded in blue,
Swinging in the canopy;
Honking with oozing lust
Like birds of paradise.
Hovering the mangrove of life,
or fluttering butterflies...
Chaotic but rhythmic,

What a 'Saharan' beauty of
a haunted oasis! Lush green
with spirits of a rain forest!
Here come the spirits of the Old,
The young and crippled, muttering,
cursing then soliciting a drink.

With glee, in a Choir Divine,
For Peace we sing:
Human, birds, fleecy clouds,
Some mighty trees that mock
The morning breeze: The forest,
the canopy...the pristine green...
singing ourselves into
another camp-fire dream

S.M.Tibin