Moonflower with white trumpet-shaped bloom
Dewy emerald leaves surround in nights gloom.
Cased in rich soil beneath a quarter moon.
Planted vines loosely knit—by my bedroom they sit.
Sweet fragrance they emit— to incense I submit.
Stunning tropic morning glories amaze
Sunlight and moonlight upon them gaze.
Phantasmic nightlamps in jade landscape haze.
Night’s primrose, moonglow calls—unveiling enthralls.
Dangling shadowy shawls— glistening waterfalls
Flowery white faint lavender tones loom.
Oh sleepy Moon by day lucidly lit,
Behold twilight’s glimmer on garden’s walls:
Gibbous Moon’s gleam suspending in a daze.
I should get a smart phone
but i'm 73 and don't give a toss.
Black history is about ***** folks - who knew?
No, I will NOT untuck my shirt!
I have come to the conclusion
that loosely knit realities
do not unravel like the uptight kind -
it's a tremendous relief.
A flintlock musket
is not as handy as a Glock
but it's so pretty
and you can use it to hammer nails.
This wisdom is free
and cannot be exchanged, redeemed
or returned.
I should like to think that some spark of a watcher
slips away at night to observe our crazy dreams.
Some part of the self attached only to the whirring brain
by umbilical coils of recognition
of what we are when the brain rambles
and stutters along all by itself.
I should like to be outside
watching that drunken twirling sailor
totter and flop through
its flabbergasting counter-realities,
un-meshed moving parts that demand to be
decoded into loosely knit prophesy
or the dyslexic fortune-telling
of all kinds of flash-fiction.
Perhaps better though to leave the brain alone
allow it space to exhaust its madcap maladies,
while the stars call us out to be
what a brain can never be or see.
To be then, an awareness of that greater part of self
watching the brains mechanical spinning-top
dream itself into realms of evermore loopy unlikeliness,
while we explore a self-lit luminous universe
beyond the ken of the brain-locked sleep
of mice and men.
An earthly paradise of the
loosely knit in brief phrases
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On the delicate balance of sanity
the energies flow
THEY COME AND GO
they come and go
theycomeandgo.
Whether backing up to a migraine wall
or spilling out in a passionate call
from suicide to superman
my thoughts would race and interlace
the loosely knit fabric of time.
I was there
there
THERE
and everywhere
'til I met you.
Soft brown eyes and tender warmth
showed me a way and asked me to stay
and I know that I will my love.