Never at rest, ever restive
like shifting sands of the desert,
my mind is
a labyrinth of quagmires and booby traps,
you step on it
and you’ll either be sucked in
or blown to smithereens…
Going in is a child’s play
Coming out—
A gauntlet run!
Slowly drifting on a billowing cloud
the languid liquids drench the underbelly
of the moons ethereal glow.
The dreamscape transitions from
dark to light.
Shockwaves shiver and melt into
lakes of mercurial sky.
Fire flashes, breathing new life
into Nuclear Nights born of
creative overflow.
Mercurial
authoritarian lead style
heterodox
person
or
group
holds
lightning rod
for
criticism
from
old-fashioned
readership
FACTOTUM
works
tirelessly
glossed
as "do all!"
with
force
behind
command
refers
to
handy
versatile
sort
of
assistance
Written: March 21, 2023
The universe is a mercurial cloud.
Against its overbearing chaos,
I have only my words.
They are never solutions,
Only questions.
Always selective in their attention.
Always filters screening out
The subatomic assault.
I have only my words.
I scroll through cable channels.
I download all the apps.
How do I ponder a musical chord?
How do I arrange an ordered thought?
The social order is our agreement,
Our consensus on what exists.
We are a mercurial Gemini women.
Yes, you read this correctly.
We are so many personalities.
It might seem nutty to a Capricorn or Aries woman.
But we are at least six, maybe seven women
in one body that used to be tiny.
My husband of fifty years flinches when we walk toward him
in the morning.
He never knows if he is getting an upper cut to his chin
or a sexy kiss.
Our hazel eyes flash with happiness as we read his scared little mind.
We love this!
Mercurial silver hearts
forever entwined in meshed armor
two souls communing in a magnificent way
supporting, loving, satisfying
ethereal feelings surpassed by no others
in a land where no one can reach them
mystical companions, soul mates until the end of time
chaste mysticism entwining them in her magic
together forever, through many incarnations
This last one is thanks to a Valentines Day car crash
where they lost their flesh lives, but not their spirit lives
in a mangled chrome vehicle, their gateway to heaven.
on
a
good day,
a gentle,
fine soul of a man.
however, do steer clear of him
for he's but a loaded gun with the safety on "off";
a ticking time bomb about to explode on bad days, but has...
more virtues than vices.
(Modified Fibonacci)
Date written: 01/01/2022
Ethereal, the earth no longer beneath my feet
Words immaterial, I will try nonetheless
Otherworldly hues imperial to our accustomed views
Nightly masterpieces our asterial neighbor creates
Unique beauty in our mercurial clouds
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mercurial me
Gemini
painter
cartoonist
poet
from the mid west USA
Iowan
a rapidly transplanted nomad
My husband moved me thirty-seven times
I attended eighteen colleges before I received a B.A.
masters degree achieved in 1996
I have now attended thirty-seven colleges
Masters plus ninety
I will never be able to get enough school
professional student
school counselor
wife
mother
mother-in-law
grandmother of ten
mother of a dog and a cat
lover of nature
A nuisance of echoes
a state resonates with
I don't know whether it
is nothing
claiming too to bake
cakes
listen now to masquerades
repeating nightmares gossips
as some things
those too impersonating
the world's times
on clocks
ahh! they make noise
perhaps to reap heaps.
I am in the mood of the moment, but I am a Gemini
so that one is gone before I can remember what the heck it was
I throw things onto a page and stare at them
Wondering who is inside writing this junk?
Where is it coming from?
Who am I channeling?
Trixie, my muse is all prissy, accepting the full credit
Even when it is not hers.
I know her style.
This is not even her hand writing.
Mercurial Gemini, I am quicksilver in so many ways.
Easily slipping and sliding inside myself,
In no way stable.
Which is what I love the most about myself.
A woman in white coat
by Bernard Chilambe
The soft touch of the woman in white is felt by people in pain
What this woman does is not plain
She never says much as she is mature
Her clothes describe her heart that is pure
Where does she disguise her image that is not poor?
I know our brain can cheat but that is being poor
She looks brilliant in white attire
As that makes her identity clear
Her smile never fades
And her heart never bends
A woman in white coat speaks like a lamb
Her sausage heart never crumble
This woman never melts in mercurial temperature that is hot
Her sympathetic tone is not hidden in a white coat
She gives relief to images of beleaguered crowd
But she is resilient as she has never been cracked
The woman in white coat restores people’s pride
She covers her clients with her soft love cloud
'Tis said that Mercury is in retrograde.
Is it just an astrophysical charade —
An illusory cosmic joke being played?
Is the wee beggar's energy bill unpaid?
A treatise on regenerating life
Old Man Winter's residual cultivated by Spring's mid-wife
Into fertile cavity seed with precision did knife
In earth's dark bosom; cauldron of strife
With jolting, painful movements rife
Helios incubated the embryonic pod
Unction sparked from Zeus's rod
Jupiter's vital streams embalmed ingrown clod
With growing pressure swelling kernel did prod
Fledgling shoots pushed through birth canal onto sod
Those fervent bonds of educated altruism
Attack a hard wrought seedy worldview
Payers and givers in all stripes of sedition
Plunge ahead in the dark mysterium of societal agency
Where flooded stations of trashy neglect
Barter like intestines for the choice to move about
Juxtaposed against hidden nature with stable roots
The mind's golden radar gets launched on porous descent
Imagining other in a new style of fool proof desire
While organizations frame truant relation
For the award of resident and possibly membership
But just as banal as ever, the idle poison of mercurial days
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