Mah Poetry xD

[Hall of Famer]

Yeah, I second that.

[JShortstreet]

Resonance

A crystal, split in two, sings harmony each half with each.
A note upon the one, by silver hammer fairy-struck,
Evokes the chord its sundered twin sings, too
And both sweet mineral voices lift in tune
In one place, their distance charmed to none.
Are we a pair of stones? What chisel split us, then,
That sundered not just miles but also years,
And made you part of me before you were?

A dolphin's water song is more than sound.
It reaches soulwise half around the world
To kiss the ears and heart of her lost twin
Who answers with a cry of painful joy,
Recognizing one he never knew, and always.
What voice, more heart than throat, has borne me up
And made me see the light again, who plumbed
The melancholy comfort of the sea's dark vault?

A particle once sundered from its mate
By subatomic edicts of divorce
Thumbs its nose at Albert and ignores
The distances between them, always knowing
The dance-steps faster than the speed of light.
Is this the link we share, a gluon of the soul
Binding the heart’s nucleus together
In defiance of the atomizing force
Of space and time
Through music and rhyme
Weaving song and poem in a 4D tapestry
Binding then and later into now?

[JShortstreet]

The Tree of Me

Were I a tree, what tree would I be?
Scrub pine, redwood, Joshua tree?
Scrawny mesquite with dagger-long thorns?
Yggdrasil world tree watered by norns?
Dragon tree, maybe, home to my guide,
Juniper tree where the bird-boy died,
Tree of the Hesperides (dragon there, too!),
Long-lived, friendly big bamboo,
Birthplace of man in the Philippine tale,
Or the parable’s willow that bows to the gale,
But perhaps I am none of these; something unique
With fruit-heavy limbs hanging over a creek
May describe me best – it’s a heady wine
I offer the birds on which to dine
And drunk on my spirits they sing and dance
And follow the oracle, choice or chance
To distant lands, where the seeds go plop!
Beside distant creeks into fertile slop
And they sprout from the mud in novel forms
None like the others, outside the norms,
Each one displaying a type of me
That isn’t displayed in this old tree.
For here is the truth that every tree knows:
The bends of the branches as they grow
Fix us fast to the choices made,
This-not-that, a song that’s played
Instead of another: but in the heart
Are all the infinite ways of art
And the roots go down to the planet’s core
While the limbs stretch millions of miles and more
And I can’t be named as just one tree
But only as every tree that could be.