Glory to her hands that stitched the green,
That sought the pieces of a love torn wide:
For her strong grief, a river spilling light:
For her sharp magic, beautiful and keen,
That found the fragments and refused to hide:
And knit his broken body back from night.
All things lost, scattered, shattered, and undone:
Whatever's broken (who can say why?):
She holds the pieces, breathes them into form:
She births the sun from what was not a sun:
Let life begin.
Sitting in such seductive seclusion,
it truly feels good to be left alone.
Your ideas are free to go sprinting,
the equisite desire of delusion.
Every daydream's a malleable stone,
it's tricky to pause a road transforming.
Full metamorphosis before your eyes,
that visual will chill you to the bone.
Capture just one bubble before bursting,
A neglected seed of heart's desire cries
staining.
Rebellion and riverbeds start to dance
with a rush flowing, slowing, then stalling.
Both try perilously to gain traction,
the current is treacherous take a stance.
It may appear that you’re barely crawling,
and then brute force takes over a fraction.
At times the first step is all you can do
but it’s enough to get something going.
Often a change can stem from infraction,
that desire to disrupt springs a call to
action.
The shower out there fully clothed in snow,
An a.m. stays, so will I remember —
A kiss let go in cold air, heaven white —
The very look of you through aspen boughs,
How midnight blew while icicles scattered —
Our first hours quiet under snow's brief time,
There melting in snow, our bodies, thinning,
Us giving in our heat into Winter —
I shook myself on brass; yourself was mine.
We've made baby snow angels imprinting —
Early morning chimes.
I walked on stage.
Singing one of Cyndi Lauper's songs.
I sang a sweet melody, and everyone sang along.
My voice sounded sweet and strong.
I woke up from my slumber.
Realizing that it was just a dream.
I didn't hear my mother call me.
Telling me that it was time to go to school.
I decided to sleep a bit more.
Falling into that REM stage.
Right now I’ve still got all this fight in me,
even as I wage war with bulletproof;
I’m ready sucker punch for the knockout;
Enemies try but just fall short daily,
hardwired sarcasm explodes with a poof;
This was never an exhibition bout.
What lies deep within will not diminish,
I wish this inner conflict would ease ooph!
I’d gladly laugh and let go of this shout,
but I can’t seem to cross the line finish
the route.
There must be a square to form a circle,
four women to call every element;
Together they are a force of nature,
joined by every celestial particle;
An equation’s sum has no argument,
there’s no solution except an answer;
Spell-casting as one the strongest skill,
in the air hangs their collective flavor;
Bound and connected for the moment,
primary laws of magic always will
endure.
eternal infancy
enjoyed all his life
indulgent parents
a grown up baby
knowing no strife
odd predicament
a foul-mouthed catfish splashed me in the face
the water I swallowed was foul, smelled like fish
I was annoyed at the beast, wanted to kill it
it is God’s creature, give it some grace!
This was said to me by my neighbor Ms. Swish.
Who felt differently after her finger it bit.
I hear your siren song from the deep sea,
why are you in so thunderous a rage?
Still I feel this magnetic attraction,
drawing me into a cliff’s symphony;
I’ll willingly throw myself in that cage,
as much for me as your satisfaction;
Giving myself to the forces at play
I’m addicted to treacherous passion;
I don’t want it if the goal’s to assuage,
I want larger than life never just a
fraction.
Black and white rainbow with tornado eyes
spinning spotting hard on a lightning bolt;
Such electricity in a slow dance;
Rhythm picks up with the darkening skies
lingering on finger tip’s gentle jolt;
Detonation of pomp and circumstance
but really it’s merely a soft whisper;
Beginning with a lock of the deadbolt
you rendered me immobile with a chance
to feel our heart’s race watching the thunder
advance.
Provocative tears and a face that frowns
accompany a costume so ornate;
She’s happy to come and entertain us,
with a flip tumbles in the Queen of Clowns;
Playing the Fool’s a charasmatic trait,
she comes to each field on a charter bus;
Without stepping off greeted by fanfare,
a frenetic crowd awaits at each gate;
They ogle and follow tempestuous,
moving from town to town just to chase her
ruckus.
Long ere breaths a chalice dawn, eternal
trials beleaguered gone, test the wayward course
yon distant clinks, bespoken image seized
his past governed weights in tallied journals
that time possess and nonesuch empty force
where quills and parchment favor bags clang-freed.
Light gusts midst a low mountain scroll past fish
and bread, the first author writes his new creed,
"God is Emmanuel" with us, endorse,
"Jesus is God's Messiah" ... crowds, Jewish
profit taxes, Prophet souls ... source.
He’s both a vampire and a gentleman,
she longed to be a bride of the shadows;
They connected on a wooden dance floor;
To her he appeared perfect medicine;
How combative he was everyone knows,
no matter the rumors she just wants more;
Going to him right now would feel so good,
secure she was the woman that he chose;
This was like nothing she had felt before,
exploring the world as his wife she would
adore.
Apathy meets and coldly cells and rounds me,
A warm smile ills none than shape perfect eights,
Abrupt shadows the wall chilled seemingly unmoved,
Bold shades lightly now a pool of brightness forming,
Basking moments restyling event the wholeness takes,
Bound to its duty to make a welcoming change so smooth,
Cast away those hours that forced your eyes shut,
Claim and conquer the juncture be the consequence makes,
Comes the time for eyes to feel the fullness of hospitable soothe,
Do justice to this righteous morning and fulfill your destiny whatnot,
Improved.
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