dreaming color onto gray
dreaming with open eyes
sometimes I think about nowhere, how
I'll never see that same
woman walk that particular way
down that street donning those same
shoes with that easy smile
again slowly etching lines
collect in turn their tears, as sodden
woodwork of a loose-tied paddle boat
catches rain grows weak but
what a spectacle she is in the fog!
light shifting by the hour, pooling
round ever-drifting terrain tell us
new tales that seem familiar
(all is revisionary collage-work)
laughter carries the growing
light-weight of nothing as hours
fold into years scramble your eggs
savor the spectacle of the untitled
unfolding (to out itself) by every
method the disarrangement of your things
(I'm thinking of socks painting floors
but just the right dosage, how
the sound of rain is glorious, soft moans
that slip from your mouth when...)
Categories:
disarrangement, peace, time, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
These crimes are committed by disarrangement,
the follow of the clue lies on the piece of her-
hallowing entertainment,
she is egalitarian,
she is fly,
but the needle goes high,
blind like pie,
imploding like lines...
The loaded sounds disrupt-
permeating throughout the club-
swinging at love,
it gets floated enough,
I shoot it in stuff,
but buff for buff-
I'm beatin' it,
lucky dove.
Categories:
disarrangement, angel, anxiety, fashion, fate,
Form: Verse
It is an organised disarrangement
Quite arranged in a disarray
Prepared to confuse you
For you to right the confusion.
It is a thoughtful arrangment
For you to think very well about
Any misplacement you do
Gives it a wrong placement.
The answer is always there
But it takes your deep thoughts
Wrong answer complicates the setting
Yet only a correct step away.
Look difficult when lightly assessed
Could take your whole time solving
Yet easy with a deep thought approach
Taken less than no time solving.
It is an activity for sharp minds
Tasking the store of knowledge
Who look for the connecting piece
That makes the puzzle a clarity.
Categories:
disarrangement, art, confusion, dedication, education,
Form: Lyric
Disarrangement overwhelms our company
Years of family tales to tell
Scars from previous combats
Fierce conviction handed down so well
United in chaotic conditions
No responsibility for actions revealed
Typical disorganized reunions
Irrational behavior tightly sealed
Order is not on the menu
Nor is the tranquility we all long for
A slice of bitter pie we offer
Longing to indulge sour pastry more
Forever we’re united
As all family members should be
Maybe my families not perfect
Innocent love is all I can see
Leaning on each others shoulders
Yesterday or today, we’ll always disagree
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Categories:
disarrangement, devotion, faith, family, introspection,
Form: Acrostic