If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d eat?
Worm Fettuccini, right off of the street.
Some caramelized whiskers of catfish today;
Tomorrow, perhaps a nice leather fillet.
A handful of gravel from Mr. Green’s drive,
With honey bee’s knees from an elephant’s hive.
Gallons of hazelnut-chocolate-bean chili.
That’s what I’d eat if the whole world was silly.
If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d wear?
An upside-down tuba, and one for a spare.
A glove on my foot, and two socks on one hand,
Yesterday’s junk mail; fresh peach skin (or canned).
My big sister’s homework, my Uncle Jim’s lures,
And maybe that G.I. Joe lunch pail of yours.
Oversized dentures from Great, Great Aunt Milly.
That’s what I’d wear if the whole world was silly.
If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d do?
I’d unzip the sky to let hippos skip through.
I’d hop into books, and I’d flip through my bed.
I’d butter my face, and smooth lip balm on bread.
I’d plant fish from seed, and teach star fruit to swim.
Then I’d color each glare with a nice shade of dim.
Everyone’s name would end with “The Frilly,”
If I was the queen, and the whole world was silly.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2009
Inspired by “If the World was Crazy” by Shel Silverstein
I write of love for my family, friends, and home. Yet, ink halts the flow of emotion to page when I attempt to write of my love for you. The deep sentiment I feel translates tritely to the page, while my soul yearns to write lyrics for the love song my heart endlessly hums. Listen, then, to the silent lyrics penned in tender eyes and gentle touch, for it is there that my heart’s song is rendered.
I.
The drone of demands
Briefly switched with hushed stillness
As leaves fall like snow
II.
Horns, sirens, red lights
Renounced for crimson-dappled
Pine needle footpaths
III.
Here, silence is found
Not in lack of sound, but in
Raindrops on crisp leaves.
IV.
Crickets and songbirds
Harmonize with the tall pines,
Singing as they sway.
V.
Cabin-bound evening
As fierce autumn storms descend,
But can’t dampen joy.
VI.
Unseasonal warmth
Gives way to plummeting temps.
Two hearts find kindling.
VII.
Sizzling bacon
Crackling fire in the hearth
Savoring morning
VIII.
In vain, camera’s eye
Tries to mimic that which is
Creator-endowed
IX.
Sun warms exposed skin
As chilled air caresses same.
Season of wonder.
X.
Grateful for God’s gifts
As autumn’s palette fades, and
Our road now leads home