Awoke,
did I,
to trap a dream
untrammeled in its art
But hurriedly it lost its gleam
Though I drew it part by part
How to capture?
How to keep
such singleness of soul?
Such loving rapture
born of sleep-
‘twas one of Heaven’s foal!
Monthly Archives: July 2020
Silken trauma
On a night,
a web walked into.
The sudden shock
of snapping spidersilk
gloving the face and ears
with staccato sounds.
I think of distant fireworks,
and sweaters pulled from the dryer.
Menacing
That oily lit street corner
in the bronze dark..
awaiting a scene
but, instead,
so stark .
Empty, Within
The glory of the passing Shared among the weak Claimed by the strong Hold it up with pride Bear witness to this Ignore as my mouth fills With the …
Empty, Within
Rawhide
Move on, we must.
In boxes and bins,
I carry my proxy love
to the Stow-Away garage.
Outside,
the smirking cat has his wild bones on,
drawing a bead on a tattered squirrel
that curves down a dead-bowed limb.
Night
In the lush bush,
there’s something that laughs.
Treed,
in a frightful dream it lolls,
fetching cheshire smiles.
~Move on~
the blue man says,
and we must.
I must.
But, there is no donkey tail to pin.
I’m blind, as i finger the braille
on this pincushion map.
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Art work by Theophile Steinlen – Chat au Claire de Lune (from Pinterest)
Sun of God
The sun’s in streamers
Caloric redeemers
Limbic in their sway
Iambic in their deepened beat of day
Mania (a haiku)
Stop chewing on stones
for they will soon turn to teeth
and heighten your pain
A terrible horrible no good very bad day
Lose face in poltergeist’s mirror
We drive in stilted silence
How high the corn?…I venture
Knowing you
I knew
A girl who batted her eyelashes
One who touched me
and had a tinkling laugh
One who stood tearless
by her husband’s coffin
then cried
when we joined hands
One who was
the most alive person
I had ever seen
And one who told me things
you should not hear
Packing my bags
An apprehension
of not knowing the next move
An assumed word
left out
that should have been there
The world goes cartoonish
Walk with me
for I may not know the way
Talk with me
for I know not what to say
Do not trust me
anymore
for I am poor
and I watch a different show
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