Mood meditation

Meditating in a soundless air,
Joy, rage, and mild despair,
Like twinges of wind through tasseled hair.

Joy for new blooms of blossoming daisies,
That raise towards stratus skies of possibility,
Vines that wrap around walls of opportunity.

Despair for the rotten yellow flowers
In a clear empty glass,
A rapid love disintegrated by bad intentions and crass.

Rage for the precious time you stole,
The woman you degraded,
Prickly thorns thrashing skin on a pretty rose.
Rage for ugly deception,
A mirror to your disgusting dejection.

It seeps through soundless air,
A meditative state in a garden’s chair.