My imprisoned glassed serenade
~beyond trades blues for juicy sea
topsy turvy ocean swayed surfers
and curvy wavy beachy onlookers
for flat surfs turned deep sea divers
~blues further me
family riddles shallow or deep
Diana sings her single ~ Reach Out & Touch ...
~blues further me
camera fiddles with bobbing turtles
patience a pose
~blues further me
sandy beach
haha
too funny ok
lovers tryst
gallant or dumped
ok twas the wrong time for faces to disappear
don't turn your back to the sea
my drape cord!?
Don't go online for your news, we hear the line
From wireless screens; so many times.'
Out there the dragons of deception play
Its best to be square.. Just keep away
There's facebook owned by a wicked crew.'
I wouldn't trust them if 'I were you.)
Oh by the way..' if you need that doc
Or a doctor, or tax form or passport
even? Then it's best you opt .'
To go online, it must be done '
It's the best place to get
All such vital Information? from.'
*** Talking with God ***
I feel us
Slowly shaking our heads
In unison,
With our delicious
slight smiles
Of shared understanding:
Much like the Mona Lisa’s
(a bit less than fully amused),
As we recount
The long list I offer:
Of my unthinking;
My mistaking; too
Impatient reacting;
Discounting; and
Ingratitudes.
All the opaque bits.
Transcending through
The thickness of
the rising
of invisible air:
All around me
And within me, revealing
In my downcast and glistening eyes…
Woe! My Awe stretches out
Prostrate,
To hear — first
As a chuckle —
The soft laughter of Abba saying,
“Child. Silly daughter.
No longer a crawling babe,
You stand still swaddled in
The tapestry woven
By the days of the many decades
you’ve lived, with
All your errs and joys
Becoming the frayed threads
I will re-weave within you beside me…
Silly daughter, hold
My hand, for age has brought
You back around to needing
Help to walk, and
There are just as many
Lessons yet to learn.
Observe!
Even the stars are
Held in place.”
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/13/22
Thanks be to God
Write of clouds that bow to sup
at mirrored sea as it sizzles into the horizon
Write of smiles made as children form new words
Write of the blade of grass as it stoops it head
to lay the storms first drop
Write of words that sli
ps into another lines
that are always crossed
Write of the welcome that nothingness
offers without recompense
Write of slivers of light that dance
on oil black
Write of touches felt
emotion melt
Orions trousers fell
i guess he lost his belt
Write the lie of truths
always be uncouth
Write because its right
Silence
Told everyone to keep quiet
Everyone never to talk
Where he was working
“Never talk here where I work”, he shouted
“No noise here. Break rules, I fire you”, he added
But every time he shouted
Echo responded
Unabated
The
day
i
call
you
name.Spreading,roaming
with
fame;Once
i
think
of
my
shame,Disgrace
i
feel
i
lay
inside
of
my
cottage;In
the
middle
village,Where
i
think
i
care;Fear,i
fear,yes
i
fear.Do
i
not
destroy!