+the knot does not untie from within but frays at the edges, a thread pulled loose by unseen hands+
—we do not walk in bodies—we drift in thought, for there is no world but the one the mind dreams—
[form is a trick of light, a fleeting shape of held-together stars]
And when the hands that bind us let go, we do not vanish—we expand.
+The gatekeeper crumbles into dust, and the tide rushes in+
Le Cirque Bleu
The spotlight is aglow through the gloam
The light an indigo ink modifying color
She swings her body with agility thrusting backwards
upside down, with unseen wings,
an acrobat aerials amid the roar
She looks pretty with her fan in one hand,
long tresses flowing loosely
A circus horse made of jade below
makes eye contact and an interconnection
Without movement they are in an eternal trance,
In the deep dark yonder the golden helio appears
Fiddle and banjo play for the opening adagios act La Nouba
Her leotard tightly invokes, red with flower imprints
Statuesque, still in time showing off her physique
and impressing spectators from below the fliers' pedestal
From above the nets, with ease, she imagines a
world where gravity defies, and animals and objects fly
Flights of fancy within the flying trapeze
flights of fancy an indigo trapeze ~ from above jade nets, an ease
Cooler than Arctic ice
Yet, you warm the palette of my life
With your nearly bluebell shades
Layers of sifted sky
Diluted into the tender grey clouds
That slowly dance
Towards tears of rain
How my heart longs to know you
As my life brushes past
Your pure selfless pouring out
Unaware, you resonate clarity;
Enlighten with sobriety
The lilting, vacant canvas
Of my existence
When it’s quiet my heart aches for Bleu
My husky companion so fluffy and true
His absence has taken a grievous toll
His spirit left a pawprint on my soul
Each time the wind howls I miss him anew
Le Cordon Bleu sommelier in the know
Discussed wine pairing with patrons aglow
"What does your order include?"
"Roast turducken frankenfood"
"Then I recommend a dry Portmanteau!"
***
6/19/2020
This is an example of one of my free-range limericks. Click on the pic to see the others. Cheers!
I LOVE THE WAY
IT SOUNDS STRANGE
YET WHAT BETTER WAY TO EXPLAIN
NOTHINGS CHANGED
IT'S STILL THE SAME
AND THE WAYS OF NIGHT
ARE BORING
A FROG CROSSED THE CREEK
THE OTHER SIDE IT SEEKS
THE FLIES AND GNATS
ARE IGNORING HIM
HE STICKS HIS TOUNGE TO EAT
A MEAL HE SEEKS
TO DINE ON WHAT HAD IGNORED HIM
IT STREAMS LIKE A BASSOON
AND TO WHAT I ASSUME
MEANS THE REST
EITHER ARE REHERSTING OR
ARE CHORING
THEY PRACTICE TO BE HEARD
THE CONDUCTER KNOW THE WORD
THE HORNS ARE POSITIONED THIRD
AND THE SINGER
LABORS IN SONG
IS IT RIGHT FROM THE START
THEY ARE PITCHED PERFECT
FROM THE STRAT
WHILE FLIES ARE DANCING
IGNORING ME.
WHY DO I SING THIS SONG
CAUSE I LOVE YOU
WHY ARE THESE THIS SUNG
CAUSE I LOVE WHAT YOU DO
THAN WHAT IS SAID AND BETTER HEARD
LACKING IN ENDEAVOR
SPOKEN IN EVERY WORD
create
for me a song
so blue, that doves dare swoon
'pon gentle breeze, hear elfin cries
swallowed
~
swallowed
'pon gentle breeze, hear elfin cries
so blue, that doves dare swoon
for me a song
create
can you come out to play
barefoot running
on the warm Atlantic sand
surf curling around our ankles
dancing its way up to our knees
look over there
it's a couple of kids
building castles in the sand
over there is a couple holding hands
gazing at the beautiful sunlit waves
did you see that surfer bite it
ooh that had to hurt
wait...there he goes again
see the man with his son on his shoulders
they are laughing so gaylee
oh the sounds of the waves and the seagulls
with their cheerfull chirps
are you having fun
we can sit here for a bit longer
and have our picnic on the beach
gosh what an amazing day with you
on the beach with my dearest
friend Leanna Bleu
look at that sunset, will ya
is that not the most beautiful yet
as we walk hand in hand
my dear friend and me
I look around one more time
and all I can say is
God does good work doesn't He
thank you Bleu for sharing
my virtual day again
for it has been yet another
day in paradise
I love you my friend
Bleu, Bleu, who are you?
Pit Bull so young
Where did you come from?
Our Blue-nose American Pit Bull.
Bleu, Bleu, who are You?
Happy and hungry, tail always waving,
Only wants love and a pat,
Our beautiful, Blue nose Pit.
Bleu, Bleu, who are you?
Growing so big, eats like a pig,
Running all over, chasing the birds,
Growing like crazy, our beautiful Pit.
Bleu, Bleu, I know You!
You're our Love and our Surprise,
Who ever thought you'd come here to live?
A blessing from God--Heaven sent,
Our beautiful baby Pit Bull.
1 part passion
1 part truth
1 part lies
No, that can’t be.
Is it 2 parts truth and no lies?
Yeah right! This isn’t a fairy tale.
Maybe it’s snips and snails-
Wait that’s little boys.
Walks on the beach?
Candles?
Sweet nothings?
Sex?
Hmmm,
let me ponder the last one
for a little while…
Will I recognize the recipe
for love when I see it?
Or is it the trial and error
of mixing your own ingredients
that makes it taste so good?