She wrote her religion
in the sand
I looked at it, said
Nope
Don't understand
She took my hand, said
Then come over here
and try
Squint one eye
lift your chin
slightly
Right there!
See?
Uumm ... a little
Then I said "excuse me"
to the sky
And when it moved out of the way
I could finally see
Tolerance
Open those eyes and stare at the ceiling,
As everything in me rains upon you like a feeling,
Let your cheeks feel kissed and your hands feel held,
And that familiar taste on your tongue is actually my smell,
A lot of me descending on the lot of you, purpling your sheets, my red on your blue.
Tugging on those lips, nose in your hair,
Inhalation raggedy, this desire is much to bear,
may your sighs match your eyes as you squint to see,
If this beast that is ravaging you is actually...ME.
It is.
Early morning robin’s tune,
clean warble, tweet, lull,
dawn presage melodic,
on steel gray branch,
orange-tint red breast,
neck and chest pale blue,
proud perch, peak poise,
canny eye squint alert,
a shrewd bird winking,
model smart phone cam,
a mild tremor in hand,
as I point this device,
to capture scenic glory,
I can oft reflect on,
with cluster and clan,
that spellbinding snap,
one recalls on record,
oh oozing charm at,
that rapid fire speed,
now oops where has,
haunting creature fled,
pictures now lodged,
in the back of mind,
my one true solace,
in lieu of botched,
endeavour on film
Whose brainy idea was this
Picture Sign-in? I have to
Squint and adjust, peer
And stare – 2 minutes have
Passed and I can no longer
Tell bicycles from cars
And alien space crafts. Got my
Telescope now set up in front
Of the computer, just for
Sign-in, try as I did I could
Not get the screen to fit on
A microscope slide. If this
Is the way of the future, at
Least get some pictures I
Can clearly recognize, like
Old Playboy centerfolds or
Beer can labels. Just saying.
You're so beautiful
I love your brown eyes and how easy it is to lose myself in them
I love your dark brown hair dangling just to your neck
Your smile bright and wide
And how you squint when you smile big enough
I love the passion in your eyes when you explain something to me
And the excitement in your voice
I could listen for days
I don't know what'll happen for the next two months
I'll be lost
I'll have much less to write about
I hope you don't leave my mind
Because you've been there constantly,
I don't know what would fill the space you occupy if you left
Lucky for me I don't think you will leave
There will always be something that reminds me of you
I don't doubt that
I'll look for things I think you'd find funny
Or weird
Or interesting
Just to have a reason to talk to you
Just so I can have something somewhat meaningful to share with you
Something to keep the conversation going
You've become all I write about
And I don't want to run out of ideas.
My windows were wide open.
I learned to think broader,
I used to see the broader picture through my windowpane.
My wider views never taught me to squint my eyes
when it was time to look through others' spectacles.
I felt human bonds were made in paradise:
thus I evoked all the pain.
Failing to endure all the mental tortures from humankind,
doubts are evoking in my mind;
I don't know if that was just a green screen behind my windowpane!
That cup flooding me with sunshine
causes my eyes to promptly squint.
Skeptical of this bold misprint
it can’t be, the moods don’t align.
Out of control of what is mine,
just becomes a fight not to pout.
Anything bright? I chase with doubt.
I don’t trust the sky shining down,
it has a glow yet holds that frown.
I’m tossing that thought process out.
They say the cage is invisible,
But I can’t even hear the bars rattle,
How ignorant can I be?
I squint;
Peering at others clawing chains I can’t see—
I wonder;
Is my sight broken, or just clean?
I ask, why can’t she be?
They stare—
as though it was clear;
“It’s what’s missing between her legs,”
And what could that mean?
I laugh, unsure if they were joking;
She doesn’t—
My tongue lays heavy inside my mouth.
She’d been convicted by unseen jurors,
in a trial she was born into;
Where I thought I was asking,
I was only echoing.
His cries pierce through knots
of testosterone—
I hear his pain,
I reach out but my arm pulls back
when I hear:
“Now we know what’s between his legs,”
And what’s
that
got to do with it?
I can’t see the cage, the chains,
And how visceral it is for them to keep sane,
But how torturous—
A soul that is bound.
From here, I can only
picture—
The pain you feel,
But I believe it is real;
This is quiet place I stand.
.
and out mine
patagia flair'd
flared
snatch'er
*zez; dictionary.cambridge.org
polish-english noun squint, a
squinting position of the eyes
Like an eye looking out through black and blue night.
Scintillating squint in Dead of Winter; looking through
Slat of the Midwinter blind. The Canadian waning of light.
I could have been listening to a sermon, sitting on a pew.
Caught the “deer in headlights,” before the eye closed.
It was like peeping through a hole of the universe; gold.
Tree branches spread out, as if fancy’s figment disclosed.
I’m open to chiaroscuro and the Creator’s diurnal hold.
Could have been an angel’s flashlight, looking for a fleck.
Perhaps where Heaven touches earth, that is so cold.
The wind twines with hymns and the flurries hit the deck.
A groom carries a splendiferous bride across the threshold.
God’s natural art emboldens impressions with constant sear.
The intensity both bold and minute embrace our existence.
Climatically they manifest, grab hold, redirect, and adhere.
Never ending dispersion of colors and seasonal coexistence.
Night,
rustles,
shrill alert,
shadow drifter,
who might gaze upwards,
at an alluring moon’s,
hide and seek dark coal sky squint,
to peer between the clouds and smirk,
phantasmic star, its beam that signal,
to post wee small hours mortal on a quest
The dandelions spoke gibberish today,
their wishes in disarray from a roiling wind
sweeping through lowland fields and meadows,
and among the gnarled roots of elder trees along the riverbank~
I squint my eyes trying to shade them from the glow of the setting sun,
to watch bubbles of joy
from yesterday wash downstream
toward the dark valley of disillusionment.
I let clouds hang on
to soften the right and wrong—
with blur of maybes
tinting decisions with gray
letting light, shade interplay.
Thoughts flock like soft mists
refusing to pass away
drift half-seen, half-known—
in between seen and unseen
as truths partially revealed.
When clarity fades
I blur the edges to gray—
squint out-of-focus
to brush on some in-between
to learn what analog streams.
Sunlight beams are straight
broken clouds direct their blaze
like searchlights panning
the ground for something missing
in ordered partial reveals.
The eye perceives what it has strained.
The veiled remains, though truth is chained.
Look deeper still; what's there ingrained—
Darkness unveils a daydream.
Beyond what at first may seem.
The mind unveils what night conceals.
Through whispered cries the dark appeals.
Its secret inks on shadow steals —
A star-inscribed scroll unfolds,
What silence untold beholds.
The night unveils a secret scar.
A gleaming wound, a fallen star.
Its brilliance stark, from near and far—
Each sorrow leaves a new trace.
Each silence hides its disgrace.
The void cuts through the shadowed skies,
Its piercing gaze a sea of eyes.
It strips all veils, unmasks disguise—
Your net worth is stripped away,
Revealing what won't belay.
So squint your eyes to veil the light.
And turn away from shadows' blight,
Let darkness cloak the aching sight—
For truth is a jagged blade,
Its sharp cuts can't stop, be swayed.
Turn back to tales in star-strewn skies,
Where whispered myths breathe, live, and rise,
Then fade where veiled perception lies—
They shroud the bright cosmic blaze,
From bright light, no tongue can phrase.
Green leaf strewn rustler I,
bony skull appendage,
whose graceful trot in coppice,
casts a misty blue spell,
that orange red eyed squint,
and fawn spots, my heart-blest shroud
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