BuddhaRocks

Married dude from Michigan. I like good food, good beer and a wide variety of music. I write poetry/prose, take photos (which I post on occasion) and just goof around. I sometimes like to re-post things in a slightly-altered (and hopefully comedic) manner, just to see if anyone notices.

Deep Sea Musings

Out in the open Pacific, the water is

Deep blue from horizon to horizon


Two men climb into a bulky bathyscaphe

And start their slow descent


The brightness at the surface

Gradually fades to utter darkness


Sunlight cannot penetrate here

Three thousand feet down


Only gravity tells them

Which way is up


The blinding lights on their vessel

Shine out into nothingness


The light is swallowed whole

Crushed by the sheer weight


The empty sea bottom

Seems a lifeless desert plane


But they turn off their lights

And sit still


Listening

And watching


There!

A dim flash of blue light

There, then gone


The ghostly glow

Of bio-luminescence


Another flicker, then more

Slowly the dark comes to life


Strange creatures flutter and swirl

Trailing luminary threads


Bulbous bodies bobble about

Round glassy eyes magnifying


Sputtering shapes squirt jets

Of pulsing propulsion


Wavy tentacles wiggle and drift about

Like long, white Chinese noodles


Delicate, thin silver fish disappear

With color-changing camouflage


Gape-jawed predators with razor teeth

Dangle tantalizing glow-bait ahead


New species are marveled at and cataloged

Then it’s time to rise from their dream

Creme Brulee And Mud Pies

There’s room in my world for everything

Fish in the stream and birds on the wing

Clouds in the sky and the rain they bring

Crème brûlée and mud pies


No matter how different they may seem

The wet raindrop and the bright sunbeam

Both what is real and what is a dream

Welcomed whatever size


All folks who come from here or from there

The hirsute and dark, the smooth and fair

All couples no matter how they pair

The foolish and the wise


Pagans, Christians, fans of the I Ching

Some who don’t dance and some who can sing

There’s room in my world for everything

Crème brûlée and mud pies

Which Is Better?

Which Is Better?