Spying on Fairies

©2017 E. R. Smith

Mommy said Tooth Fairy leaves a quarter under my pillow.  Thus began a sleepless night of surveillance.  Thought about Titi and Abuela heating up Bustelo. Coffee could help against Sand Man assailants.  Yampi in eye corners formed on the sneak. Magical beings plot people to sleep. Not tonight, I send angels a petition. God magnificent, please allow me just a wee peek. Magic is a secret warned school’s magician.  Only it’s not secrets that I seek.  Questions mom can’t answer swarm my vision.  Keep considering life’s future weeks.  News on impending is hoped to find.  Now I spy wings on my curtains.  Hold my breath to remain unheard.  Kindest eyes, listen, wise and certain. Why is my brother such a turd?!  

 

The Eyes of a Child

Photo of infant courtesy of Rebloggy.

©2017 E. R. Smith

Eyes of an infant,  ponder aged faces and smile

Eyes of an infant, see beyond put ons and style

These orbs recently sent from heaven see keenly

Screaming wails when passed to those unseemly

Neonate vision, a blessing that’s spoiled

Groomers readjust oculars God oiled

Vision captured by glitz, fool’s gold

Leaves child open to dangerous control

Turn Down The Noise

©2017 E. R. Smith

Turn down the noise seeking focus

I can’t play night owl

Volume shakes the floor beneath

I just can’t allow

Commotion crowds my soul,

with dimensions of bulletins unequal

I just can’t snatch my goal,

life can be a sequel

Assaulting my pillow, dominating space

Elbow, flip, lie on my belly

Note, to, self:   to keep self ace

Turn off the damn telly

 

Some Distant Space

©2017 E. R. Smith

Close eyes and breathe

deep into distant perception

Retrieve those gifts planted

at conception

Mine the precious from the quarry

Prepare to make doubters worry

Sending your senses as retrievers

Rebuild the self, make believers

No one can read past the cover

as your small world will discover

X-rays can’t tell what’s at your core

All in one’s hands to show what’s in store

Look Backward, Move Forward

gif from geocaching

©2017 E. R. Smith

Hopped up on the unicycle

cause there can only be one

Solo stunts hint, where you come from

Back and foreword trace a path around the mound

Hands in the air, eyes on the crowd

Revving up the speed, get ready for a flip

Run away skateboard had another trick

Coasted across one wheel, brought it to a halt

Threw that one right in the air, triple somersault