a child collapsed cold in the garden
talisman waved with the wind
violently close to a pardoning-
hardening, molding the kin to her seam inter-winged
horribly marbling volatile harmony
azure veins fold under skin- jittering
gently golden it stings
effigy holding the strings
partially fondling close within cartilage-
pieces now bloom into things-
before following-
thin choreology
thew ending progeny
posed they erode intermittently-
honestly,
iridine progeny,
how are you possibly
watching atrocity knead etymology
skin abound covering, sleeving impossibly
sinew renewed where it feeds on bare faucet leaks
farther it blossoms then seeps something bodily
oddity, pardon me
lovably blue and it bleeds out so audibly
fissure pains bottling
lowly imposingly-
nearing a prophecy
budding up slowly to figurehead modesty
petals all grown out- they shelter so somberly
flay splayed out flower-wise neatly and modestly
peaking autonomy
inky tear conjuring
pink from the fostering
nauseously
cautiously failing to breathe
It was not right to inflict or incite
The light of the blue bats on this pretty night.
Quite a stretch to ignore the creature’s dire plight,
Would they fight us for their guano? Some just might!
Wound into a tight blue ball, they were imposingly tight,
They illuminated the bell tower at a ridiculously precarious height.
With a helpful nod, I used my flashlight to shine on them bright.
They moved as a unit toward the atmosphere’s light, then out of sight.
A flight of fancy,
though real as the night,
flight into midnight,
perhaps somewhere beyond.
Unseen but clearly heard
imposingly far above, sound,
jet scream and beyond ,
perhaps beyond the night.
Briefly suspended
in unfamiliar home,
unsure in a foreign home,
the dream is of comfort
more foreign.
Flight beyond fancy
of strangers
who boarded after dark,
flying into midnight
somewhere beyond
and still further afield,
surely for some good reason,
it must be well worth it.
There must be a reason,
surely it's a good one,
heard long after dark,
maybe at the wrong terminal,
departure, not arrival,
back home, or away from it,
a flight of fancy or beyond.
6th November 2018.
( CHILDREN IN CHARGE )
We must be getting desperate
For people who can fill the ranks
Of doctors, lawyers, police,
Even presidents of banks.
When I was young, these pillars
Were imposingly mature.
Now it seems the practice is
To pick them younger every year.
(c) Jasmine Paul 11-19-2014
The savage dog barks from the distance
Like family history, representing cancer's deadly hold.
Her courage provides defence with strengthening resistance
While the dog runs boldly through the blistering cold.
As she struggled to get through mind gamed work,
The dog continues to howl from an eerie spot.
Pain showers her like thunderstorms beginning to lurk
Over the horizon; her cervical cells starting to rot.
With concrete season over, hope takes a push
From a devouring disease. Tears shatter her pace.
Now that savage dog rustles in the bush;
She cries with a smile dying on her face.
Fear is growing exponentially like accululating snow.
With her emotion dwindling, the dog imposingly strikes.
Patience, now a task like watching dead grass grow.
Lasers or radiation, the key to flooding dykes.
That courage mentioned before unfolds and presents itself
With questionably undefined power just like a Terry Fox run.
Her yielding sense of overcome drenches all including oneself,
Now that savage dog dead; Cory has dangerously won.
With her spirit completely fufilled to life's brim,
That deadly howl quietly remains true and grim.
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