Jellyfish Invasion
Imagine turning cartwheels near the surf,
Castles in the clouds and sand
Merging into a blur of convoluted shells
Adorning grainy towers and billowing walls that
Both conceal and reveal
The garlic-skin border between
Ordinary madness and extraordinary insanity.
Then...
While walking across the sky,
The wind blows in wave after wave of
Purple sailors shimmering in gowns of apricity.
These glassy-looking jelly fish wave their tentacles and
Bring benign sanity and toxic companions with them.
Perhaps you will invite them into your castles of sand and clouds, or
Perhaps you will continue a steady stream of cartwheels until
You reach the end of your stretch of imagination.
Whatever you choose, beware of
Where your hands, feet and mind land.
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Brief Bio: I often feel like a gazelle as I leap from hilltop to hilltop.
On one of these hills I recently published my memoir, my spiritual journey from the hills of one land to another:
One of my poems based on this book was featured in the fall edition of Poetica Magazine.
I have also published stories and poetry in other various publications like Pyrokinection, Green Panda Press, Deronda Review, Jellyfish Whispers, UFO Gigolo, Stepping Stones, IJN and Esra Magazine
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