Perhaps the moon will step gently from the sky. Her foot trailing star dust as she glides by. ~ A body aglow in pale light. Lifting a spirit bright. ~ Willingly leaving her home in the sky. Living among mortals, nigh. ~ A prayer. A wish. The longing of a lovers kiss. The flicker ofContinue reading “Metamorphoses”
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Ladder
Empty: a haiku
What’s out there?
As I sit here gazing, my thoughts ah blazing toward the open road what’s out there waiting for me to decode? ~ The road goes this way and that. Cars and trucks buzzing like gnats. What’s out there? Something waiting? Something rare? ~ Looking up at the sky. The sun high above flying by. Clouds,Continue reading “What’s out there?”
From ice cream to sticky milk
I put the remote in the freezer. Left my purse at Kroger just to teaser her. ~ One black sock. One blue. A pair of underwear to the back of my shirt, stuck like glue. ~ This one clump of hair won’t lay down. I’ve used so much gel, I could make a crown. ~Continue reading “From ice cream to sticky milk”
Holding
Hold me tight just for tonight don’t let in the light ~ Speak soft words that only time has heard we will meet the night on its terms ~ Encourage time to stand still not all of life needs to be a thrill throw all the clocks over the sill ~ Seep into my dreamsContinue reading “Holding”
Passion
Passion can be defined in many ways. It runs deep within our veins. ~ Passion can be toward many objects. Music, art, words, places, spaces, people, or things. ~ Passion can run wild. Like a mountain stream just after the rain. ~ Passion can be a lovers embrace. Hot, wet bodies intertwined. ~ Passion, neverContinue reading “Passion”
Come play
I do declare It’s not polite to stare ~ The depth of my soul Is not, has never been – whole ~ There are pieces with names that are plain You may even call sane ~ There are pieces with faces That lead to far away places ~ On your journey, create many markers YouContinue reading “Come play”
Quote: perception
It’s been a little while since I’ve posted a quote. “Birds born in a cage think flying in an illness.” Alux.com
Drink
Drink, from a well that never runs dry. Drink, from a cistern in the sky. ~ Drink, your hearts desire. Drink, from that angelic choir. ~ Drink. *Bois d’ arc aka Lions Mane, A poetic conversation, 2024. http://ozarkwaterpal.com
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