Marjory Wentworth Mother
Three Year Anniversary of
Mary Kneeland Heath Tully
death.
I thought of Heath Kits and
Tully's coffee when I had
seen her name.
What might I find on her thoughtful mind;
A poem for me that she recently designed,
Daughter of mine,
Sun on does shine;
So sorry soon will be leaving you behind.
Jim Horn
Categories:
tully, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
"Just let me hold you," my dream, my request,
(Though no rainbow in transit can stay)! I divest
My last pretense of permanence: I don't belong!
Mine's a promise not meant to be verse in a song.
But I'm fresh like a Tully fog driven through fast
No requirement or guarantee moment will last.
Promise leaves fragrance though promiser's gone
How can nature's heart rue the spots lost by a fawn?
Life and death no small matter, but love must be free,
And the greatest joy's finding just where you should be.
So, let love know you're present, stay fully engaged.
And your aspect to others will never be staged.
Brian Johnston
April 12, 2018
Categories:
tully, anxiety, life, longing, love,
Form: Rhyme
dank seasonal veil
vapors slip their dark moorings
a vampiric death?
Brian Johnston
November 8, 2015
Categories:
tully, beautiful, life,
Form: Haiku
I walk into hell
Scream at the demons within
They rip my flesh from my face
Revealing my true grin
I glanced to my right
As I fight them away
I see another human
Standing proudly beside me
She has become a skeleton
Her body damaged like my own
Flesh dangeling off
Exposing every single bone
Why does she do this
Who could she be
She is sacrificing herself for what I cannot see
I recognize her now
Someone I know so well
She is my one my everything
And has followed me to hell...
Categories:
tully, friendship
Form: I do not know?
Just past the tully grass,
Hidden in a berry patch.
Gassamer Willowshimmer has slipped into her matchbox bed.
Fireflys sing her lollybyes untill heavy sets into her eyes.
Dimming down there bright bulbtails,untill little light is left
lingering there.
And then fast asleep,Gassamer will dream.
Twinkling stars like fairy dust are plush and bright in the night
above.
The winds song spins and whirls like it cant stop dancing,
whisping round about tree branches.
Tickling the leaves untill they fall with laughter.
Categories:
tully, childhood, imagination, visionary,
Form: I do not know?