My panda
a peaceful mountain of bear
heedlessly munching, chewing, savoring
old Tom’s bamboo leaves
seeing the first acorn picked, and sunrise
hearing Nashville blues in a cold, steel town
grinding, swallowing, contemplating
the intent of wild men in valleys, and dark rivers
jaw seizing, a fellow panda on the hill
romantic presumptions, and growing trees
sharing their bounties, trading scents
cherishing, loving, basking
in the remains of immolated specters
ceaseless admiration from golden lands
Inherently empty, yet stuffed on
the sweetness of the stem and leaf,
the warmth of the embrace,
and the truths and fallacies of the world.
7 thoughts on “The Panda’s Self- Actualization”
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Beautiful piece…beautiful indeed. Pandas are very beautiful, peaceful creatures. I’m a big animal lover myself. I felt the passion and soul in this. Very nice, indeed.
Thank you, I’m glad you liked it! I have more to post once I get them all together.
Some how this poem has made me want to taste the sweetness of a stem and leaf of a bamboo tree. Hmmm..
oh boy. watch out for the long and the short of it
This one has always been one of my favorites!
I don’t want to imagine the world without theses soft and beautiful things, slipping away into the wasteland, forever.
The Panda, it is he who knows “the intent of wild men in valleys”.