God has graced divine onto thee,
In my arms, thine soul is set free.
Thou art an enigma, an note.
As though a piece of symphony that I wrote.
Once I may have left our destiny to the stars,
Now I'll never let them orchestrate your scars...
In the space of six weeks,
had two operations,
the first was plain sailing,
the second one I began failing.
Everything went wrong,
I caught a super bug,
heart, liver kidneys, lungs
oh and oxygen level sunk.
I was in a scary place,
Elias saw it on my face,
he called the paramedics
for he could not wake me,
our two boys were afraid.
Thank God I was brought back,
two days in ICU four in
the general ward, eventually,
I wanted to come home,
I wanted to wash my
hair and give it a good comb.
The doctor said OK but,
No medicines allowed,
I stuck it out,
I’m feeling better today,
than I did yesterday,
have realized that life is sweet,
and a treat, I will meet,
my maker one day,
and I nearly did,
but it wasn’t my time,
my bell did not chime,
doctors think I caught
a Covid related bug,
Covid is a vagabond, a
rogue and a thug,
will it ever say goodbye,
or does it need humans,
it’s hungry appetite to satisfy.
My darling husband is going in for a major operation tomorrow,
Please pray with me and help us get to the night of the morrow,
Because I have been told it is foolish for me to visit him,
Due to Covid, I will not be able to see Elias which is grim,
Until Tuesday next week when we will fetch him to come home,
So no family until then, he has to go through all of this alone.
But as soon as he is able he will call what’s app me or zoom
And ICU will probably shout at me because of all my calls, I assume!
I
ELIAS
I'll climb to the crest of the clouds
- bare heart -
I'll climb to the Morning Star
from the very edge of deus ex machina.
I've left in the pulpitum
my offering of bewilderment
my embroidered cape - imaginería -
the mere crumbs of my fears.
E-arly
L-ight
I-n
A-pparent
S-hine
C-learly
A-ppears
L-etting
M-orn
A-bate
T-he
E-vening
O-bscurity
Topic: Birthday of Elias Calmateo (August 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I want to be close to you. I want to be close to you like how A is close to B,how 1 is close to 2.Babe I envy how your bra lies close to your heart how it hears each and every pulse of your beating heart,how it feels the softness of your breast that is so tender to the touch. I Elias hope one day to feel the tenderness more and as many times more than the clothing itself.beb just imagine how a spoon feels the sweetness of your lips which I adore and crave to kiss,please my dear I don't want to be in front of you for you to catch up with me or behind you for you to look over your shoulder, I want to be by your side where we walk with one another and also where the proximity is at zero so beb zero proximity is my total key to future love.
Garage Sailing Today
Buckle Up—We are Off…
Jackie, Elias, Winry and me,
Us and the kids—What fun it will be.
A Clothes rack is flying--
Move out of the way …It is a windy day.
A little girl screaming--she has a tight grasp
On my new cheese slicer...
An odd thing to want--if you are a child.
Her mommy said no--I had already paid.
I would offer to share--but it has a sharp blade.
I found a bread box—the old wooden kind.
5 bucks that is a steal…I sold it for 10--what a deal.
No said Jackie...They have enough toys...but I said
To infinity and beyond…Buzz Light Year…Is free.
From sale to sale—not much did we find.
The Children are hungry and we need some coffee.
You know Jackie’s got creamer.
Cheetos Do Fly...
I love you all dearly we will do it again sometime…
Copyright © Merri-Merri/fonda anne….
Dreams morphing and shifting, in a colorful abyss
Giving rise to your eyes of Hazel, glowing
Pulling me deeper into the depths of sleep
Where I fly among the heavens and my imagination leaps.
Diving, twisting, creating,
I am drawn onward through the mists
Of this dream life I live.
These thoughts and scenes I wish to keep.
All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.
Screams frozen in time like the tundra of Iceland.
Bold dreams told of gold found in the hold of a fold.
And now I dream of gold.
But everything that glitters is not gold.
This dream, this chimera is changing fast.
I stir, trying to move and prod, to amimate this thing along,
Knowing I might forego these stirring scenes.
I wish to return to your happy eyes,
But find I am running on empty.
This illusion is fading, the image won't hold.
Emptiness greets me, vacant, bare.
Tanya Harrington
© 06-11-2012
Mish-Mash Contest
Line 9-quote by Elias Canettti
Line13-song by Dan Seals
In this place your truths are bleeding.
Athens is here no more.
She travels down a cart-track,
with a useless spare wheel in the trunk.
She named Hyakinthus Apollo
and Apollo Jesus.
She buried the cloud compeller
underneath chapels of Prophet Elias.
And chapels of Prophet Elias
underneath TV antennae.
And it is five past ten in the morning.
Eilithyia descends Parnitha,
bearing an arm of death flowers.
Smell the wind.
Listen to the birds of Teiresias.
This morning carries a strange message for you.
The dream is a broken glass in your stomach.
How can you live without its glow?
And how can you put it back together again?
You shall bleed in any case.
Lean towards the earth.
Wash away your vows at Styx.
And just like Alkyoneas,
abandon Pallini.