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Tula Baba (a poem)

‘Tread softly, dear child,’ the whispering

woods send out a grave warning.

Footsteps falter, seeking the path

that once seemed so clear.

 

Where are the breadcrumbs?

No more, no more.

The birds are full but the child is lost.

Tula baba, tula tula.

 

Around and around the same old tree.

Each time it seems new and hope is born,

but the wicked witch is waiting

with a wide friendly grin.

 

Have some cake! You’ll feel better, I swear.

Have more, have more.

The birds are hungry but the child is still lost.

Tula baba, tula tula.

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Insomnia (a poem)

Night has wrapped its velvet blanket

‘round everyone but me.

All are sleeping, all are dreaming,

everyone but me.

Lying, dying, staring at the roof,

wondering what I did, what I should, what I will.

All I want is for a sign,

that I too will sleep.

It visits each night on its hollow-backed horse,

crowing its delight at finding me awake.

“Think and think some more!” It cries,

“I’ve brought a score of lists, for you!”

If ever I find that stupid Sandman,

I’ll steal his bag and tie him to a tree

for daring to wander and pass me by.

“Come back Sandman, it was only a jest!”

Night has wrapped its velvet blanket

‘round everyone but me.

All are sleeping, all are dreaming,

everyone but me.

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Ebb and Flow (a poem)

Liquid flow of dreams and wishes

washed upon a silent shore.

Underneath the silver moonlight

sparkles dance through an open door.

“Are you awake?” They ask

and laugh when they are ignored.

“Silly human!” They sing and leap

and tease the tangles from your mind.

Your eyes are opened and you behold

the size of your folly, the shine of false gold.

“Damn you!” Some humans will cry

and shake their fists at the sky.

“I didn’t ask to see, to feel, to hear.

Take it away! Take it away!”

But others will whisper with eyes full of light,

“Thank you, thank you!” and go on their way to do what they might.

Blind or seeing, which one do you choose?

Either brings darkness, either brings fear.

Take some time, but not too long,

Hope lives in one, you have much to lose.

(Photo source: Tahereh Mafi)

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