Inner Scenes – 1

Three billion words were published in a tome,
to me a holy, cellular scripture – your genome.

We each will see truth from a different angle,
but points of view converge around an angel.

Grand bridges stretch across wide waters for us,
like one between a love song’s verse and chorus.

We want extremes – a freezer and a toaster,
life’s ups and downs – a dusk roller coaster.

Iambs, trochees, spondees, pyrrhics, dactyls…
prosodic feet, for me, are wonderful shackles.

Before it was chopped down, this gorgeous tree
held concerts played by wind and birds for free.

Those physicists think all is made of strings.
Like music from guitars the cosmos springs.

The barking dogmas which surround us now
ignore that truth might be more like a meow.

Mario A. Pita

Image Marriages – 5

A streetlamp hanging from its stem turns on,
consoling a sunflower when the sun has gone.

Yes, doves are a symbol of Spirit in some religions,
but their cousins are no less holy – scruffy pigeons.

The last to dangle from the stems, a berry
swells, ripening and whole though solitary.

Exposed to rains and locked for lack of trust,
embraces – like a chain link fence – can rust.

A train of thought may be derailed by folly,
but you can catch another, neuronal trolley.

Wind will often make its small leaves rustle,
but it’s rare to see a willow flexing its muscle.

Your peace amidst the world’s pervasive fuss,
like berries in snow, is gorgeously incongruous.

A snowstorm didn’t stab the air with icicles
but mummified a pair of locked up bicycles.

We hope for beautiful endings – a leaf suceeds
as reds and yellows spread and green recedes.

You float up towards the ceiling, light as steam,
and shut your eyes – to have a doorway dream.

Mario A. Pita

Image Marriages – 4

My mind has rippled with thinking of all that I lack
but stills like an ocean at twilight caressing a kayak.

Branches sometimes snag a wind-blown kite
and apparently snare as well a plane in flight.

Vines climb a wall expressively – graffiti
that is drawn to light as if by art or deity.

Might we, earthly people, of varied shades and sizes,
be otherworldly beings in skin-tight, flesh disguises?

“Though infernal dry spells have attacked us,
we flourish, growing sinuously, like a cactus.”

You may be terrified of spiders, yet
you love a web, the playground net.

Finding adventurous fun, even in a mesh,
with playfulness you see the world afresh.

You are called a weed. That is a great offense
to you, lovely dandelion, entangled in a fence.

“My limbs, when they are cut or if they snap,
bleed just like yours, except my blood is sap.”

Just when an asphalt lot looked lifeless, stark,
I discovered you growing, shaping a living arc.

Happiness turns luminous despite challenges piling:
delight shines from your faces through your smiling.

Mario A. Pita

Maple Flights

Shortly after a jumping, you are bound to fall,
yet better to have leapt than never leapt at all.

You sit amidst tree limbs as on a chair,
your only seat, however, is autumn air.

It’s cool to break the law…of gravity,
although it breaks only momentarily.

A fall is slowed by an open parachute,
but yours is halted with a photo shoot.

The authority in churches might be papal,
but the sun is the only leader for a maple.

In dreams, you fly while being fast asleep,
but you can fly – awake – with just a leap.

Mario A. Pita

Image Marriages – 3

Fear Thrill
Kids scare themselves for fun, enjoy a ride
that throws them – hollering and terrified.

Alley Blossoming
Between apartments with rectangular rooms,
a tree confers relief in an unfurling of blooms.

Capillary Vines
A wall may have no ears but has blood vessels
where sap will culminate in leaves and petals.

Season Transition
Spring harbinger – a robin – scans a scene,
from left to right, the gray becoming green.

Impressionistic Moment
A child bikes, her father helping her.
Reflecting with forsythias, they blur.

Sacred Vacancy
Beside a church with front doors painted blue,
a frame holds the sky – an emptiness holy too.

Floral Vehicle
A car exhausts the air although its metal
was colored yellow, like a forsythia petal.

Aqueous Peace
Reflections sparkling, from emerald to purple,
surround – like abstract art – a tranquil turtle.

Festival World

Your shoes may not be fancy or elite,
nonetheless the world is at your feet.

As friends peruse the Western Hemisphere,
a smile dawns beyond Earth’s atmosphere.

The gap between a pair appears gigantic
although that’s just a miniature Atlantic.

We’ve turned our backs on Earth. It’s serious.
Species are facing extinction. Will it face us?

To lift the world alone may not seem prudent,
yet it could be cheerfully carried by a student.

The world upon her back, a student smiles,
with upheld arm spanning an ocean’s miles.

Earth weighs about six sextillion tons,
but lugging a light facsimile looks fun.

In a cosmic ocean, Earth is a pearl
that is infinite in value – like a girl.

Mario A. Pita

Image Marriages – 2

Reflection Flight
Serenely, a boulder appears to levitate:
sand disguised as sky upholds its weight.

Avian Sovereign
In hieroglyphic profile, past a sparrow,
a bird appears to rule as if a pharaoh.

Afternoon Contrast
An elder contemplates a horse-drawn carriage
while still unbridled youths consider marriage.

Sport Fruit
Man’s products spread – a planetary menace,
yet some blend well with land – a ball for tennis.

Canine Stunt
A dog flies in a dance. How can this be?
He’s been inspired by a tossed Frisbee.

Autumn Home
Between a house and tree with colors flaming,
the sky becomes a window formed by framing.

Artful Disarray
Discarded hangers heaped at different angles
become an abstract sculpture’s metal tangles.

Tubular Jumble
Colored looping tubes and wires are
a necessary mess – inadvertent art.

Vehicle Feline
While dangerous if moving, an automobile
provides a prowling niche on a rear wheel.

Weightless Instant
For standing still, a tree needs burrowing roots,
but a girl can stroll through air in cowboy boots.

Mario A. Pita