Ascendance

Typically. people of a higher consciousness tend to enjoy my poetry more, but imagine what we could accomplish using more than ten percent of our minds. 😉❤️

Among the chaos 

Patterns beg to be noticed 

Even in the passing dust

Adhering to crown molding

Trees have faces

While leaves leap 

Through the autumn air

And bugs are noticable fairies

We forget who we are

Among the hustle and bustle

Ancient beings 

That chose technology

Over magic

Perhaps this time around

We'll chose both

Romantically merging binary stars

Releasing quite empathetically

Our curiosity 

An infusion 

Of the 90 percent 

That was encoded so long ago

Growing as chaotic ivy and kudzu

That we have missed so much

While trying to transcend

Into heaven's great bounty❤️

Karen L. Fleming, 2023

Mystical Ecology

The fog brewed

Densely overnight

Hindering my sight

Just beyond my face

While the coyotes

Are treading near

Calculating

The paw prints

To nip at my ankles

The big brown bat

Flies low, straight as an arrow

Cutting through the mist

Echolocation on high alert

His primal priorities configured

Sixty seconds ahead

Of my dirty windshield

Down the road

Not even a mile

An English manor sits

Nestled upon the edge

Of a redneck populace

Isolated and displaced

Upon a pompous pond

The dead crawl ever so slowly

Out of their murky graves

Remnants of a bygone era

Tis Georgia now

A fairytale’s dream

Even the mighty city

Takes heed

While the fairy doors

Mysteriously blossom forth

A golden miracle

Of glistening pixie dust

Strategically sprinkled

Throughout the metropolis

By curious fays disguised

In long woolen ebony capes ©

The Magical Caldera