I'm in a wretched state of needing to seek serenity.
The chaos that surrounds me has gotten out of hand.
I've learned to treasure each stolen moment of solitude
when the outside world is most eagerly abandoned.
I draw the curtains and for at least a little while
I can pretend the universe is readjusted and aligned.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
If, within the silence,
you begin the play once more,
If, even with a fine performance,
you can no longer catch
the essential lines,
If, driven by life's anxieties,
no matter what you do,
an unwanted play is staged
within your mind,
If, to shield yourself from it,
you try to guard with noise,
increasing your friends
as a form of defense,
Even if the theater fears
the days it must close,
if you understand
that no good performance
can grace a theater
lacking true silence,
Then, even if the show pauses,
and deep silence
fails to return
within your body—
Silence Knocks Daily
In A World Of Chaos
Finding It's Way Through
Yet We Fail To Listen
Again And again
To The Sound
Of Nothing
Only To Find
The Unspoken
To Be True
There you are
momma says--
and joins him
off stage.
Performer spies a boy nearly asleep;
“Look,” he calls out; sitting duck’s
body shakes with laughter.
4/13/2023
Intermission: The Pause
“the sands of time
are trickling through
my hour glass”
Intermission : “Runnaway Train”
“There’s a little hotel
called
The Shady Rest
at the Junction”
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Fifty Shades of Corden
https://youtu.be/ilTHiqAmuX8
Intermission
The morning sun returns once more.
It hides the night and settles the score.
This thrifty spark brings forth life’s Zen.
The light returns from where it’s been.
Its healing power will now come forth.
It sends the wind back to the north.
The light will give us strength to win.
Unbridled by the night times sin.
Focused on those most in need.
Respite from night’s bitter deed.
One set of prints is all that shows.
Soon covered by the wind that blows.
The sand now shows God’s proof of love.
Those prints were made from up above.
Carried through the long dark night.
He brings us back into the light.
I was dazzled - in
a summer spell - did we both
name it as special?
Was it the summer
freedom - the sparkling lake
that summoned magic?
The constant sun sent
a subliminal message
with its rise and fall.
It won’t last, it said,
there's an expiration
date approaching fast.
The short-lived summer
proved a brief, insubstantial
memory making.
Placid river barely moving
Clear of sediment now settled
Summer reeds are gently writhing
Bed is lucent, pebble speckled
Willow fronds moved by faint zephyr
Twine in lithe adagio dance
Aspens whisper trembling measure
Senses all becalmed, entranced
Movements so decelerated
Where compulsion to align?
Days of sun intoxicated
Let the clock subdue it’s chime
Too soon: life’s twilight; drawn: the blind
May time pass slowly; I’ll not mind
"Intermission: Flutterby Reveille"
Impromptu like a moth
pale words flutter out of his
psychodelic mind
curious funny flutterby…
for a second then, I didn't move,
deadpan, I said,
"... try again with some panache, some style"
incredulously, I smiled,
he's tripping guitar leads
counting long-tooth years
and numbers between drum beats
here no rest for the wicked, we...
hear pretty worded poets
walk on tip toe
balancing wet bars
on bipolar tightropes
shaking up and banging upside down
all the pretty snowglobes
In his land of silent muses
driving as he wrote
Singing “Every Little Breeze Seems to Whisper Louise's”
Pushing the envelope
aside, he writes,
retirement is a caged zoo
he gets high on cryptic puzzles
and cracking her
Sudoku
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Breakfast Reveille:
The Angels, “Take a Long Line”
https://youtu.be/4LdZAK2Rfkg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://youtu.be/4bWsbCpCwOg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/angels/rhythmrudegirl.html
easily remembered
his lines
made some feel he had the easiest
job in the show
he spoke three words
three words that would
be the middle and change of the way or direction
the show would run.
once he spoke of this as the area where time is changeable
the area where the beginning meets middle and we see
way to find an end
who's interest might then
be different
to speak nuance for someone
eager and ready to stand
and be him that all look to for guidance.
under thinking
and oversight might make mad persons:
yet understating the obvious with a
kind hand might
draw those in opposition to
speak wisely of what they see
then those who might understand from
having been in such a position
might they speak of those times when they
had been positioned to
be of choose.
might this role sample the tomorrows from this yesterday.
"A Morrison Intermission Break"
Morrison Where Art Thou
True Revolutionary mind
I touched her thigh
and death smiled…
Wooh man,
can’t beat that
...well maybe.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Amuse a Muse
https://youtu.be/BPyKnem4fVk
https://youtu.be/pQI8XErzl1M
https://youtu.be/8xgbmDtk2ps
https://youtu.be/jQwiVgvIkDI (v.beautiful)
https://youtu.be/DKSGb4xFnbc
Jim Morrison Poetry Session February 3rd, 1969 (36:48 mins)...love it - fantastico.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGhlnyT5tg8
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Morrison**Literary Influences
**Poetry and film
dark blue curtain falls
the long act comes to an end
players take their break…
to snack on dreams and slumber
till dawn signals curtain time.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
___________________________
~8th Place~
Contest: One New Tanka
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Judged: 04/07/2015
He
left his
cowboy hat
on interstate
seventy- five
double crosses
both belong to his love
but she to the Kingdom
his cheating lips kissed too many bottle necks
We promised him refuge from his own mind
But he only bargained for more time
And those Words were just cold steel blankets
Over a warm body, so he hung his boots
From the willow tree, over our Altar place
Surprise colored me
As he
Wept for
Us
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