Dickinson Thoughts

I

I saw you

Standing there

And wondered

That you smiled.

Do you, then, have no care?

Or does pain pass as lightly as a butterfly...

and vanish.

II

Laughter springing up like wine bubbles

effervescing from a bottle

deep within,

rises to vanish in the clouds

or sinks to drown within my well of thought

III

Every poet

is different

each one has their own mark

sad, peaceful, or merely drifting into nothingness

each one treads the path

of deepened thought.

IV

It is good to dream, but not too much

or else the soul,

reveling in choruses of thought

should cease to hear the birds

and feel the earth.

7/28/97