Moth
Wingbeats drum my thin window The moth is frantic for the feeble light Powder prints on the glass shown out as mica glitter And i am reminded of bird hits … Continue Reading Moth
In flight
Soul-spoken spirit, unbound, in flight. Pineal eye gets a look. Events celestial. Of a hair’s breadth am I, in this filament. Then, a promise warms me like an innocent’s blush. … Continue Reading In flight
Cadaverous
In the wrenching spell of nightmare, something cadaverous, phosphorescent on the forest floor. Bleached as if drowned and months missing. Current-carried, caught on some subterranean thing. Tell me it isn’t … Continue Reading Cadaverous
the cane mutiny
As we sat in stuffy waiting, you came by, lady with the cane. Regal in your latter years. And I had a flash dream, unreasoning. You in white apron and … Continue Reading the cane mutiny
The familiar
Lie in it and when you want sleep seek permission through invention of position and if that’s too feeble then touch-type the words to Lucy sky diamonds or expert texpert … Continue Reading The familiar
In the beginning
In the bleak black crack of a Singularity, a palindrome world is hid. It had a name that time forgot, but none could mispronounce Doppelgangers dwelt in its brimstone airs. … Continue Reading In the beginning
By the Sea
I walked with Clarice today. She wore a skirt with accordion pleats, A pink angora sweater, and real pearls. Her black shoes had round toes and straps. Like a doll’s. … Continue Reading By the Sea
Too little, too late?
It doesn’t matter now. What you say. What you do. If you cry, gnash teeth, rend clothing, wear ashes. There are no more new leaves to be turned over. A … Continue Reading Too little, too late?
This…from Meg Sefton
https://brokenwriterblog.wordpress.com/2019/07/18/tiny-hands-nation/
personal note
Originally posted on Within A Forest Dark:
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Mister wrong
The blush of May-December A soul-spoken smile. Sidelong glances In a game for two Illicit attention then Public shame She preened no more And December went down In dark turbulence … Continue Reading Mister wrong
The test of time
In forest found, a javelin, its haft bejeweled with beads. Its feathered shaft unraveling was hid amongst the reeds. Such luck there was to find this thing, of mythologic worth, … Continue Reading The test of time
The encryption of Forever
It is something we must not touch though we try In endless Tetris, we fondle the geometry of shapes We lock them neatly into their places, knowing we are yet … Continue Reading The encryption of Forever
The nerve of me
Sometimes I get the horrors when bodies are near me, falsely imbued with menace. But, I can dance with you. Shop in the throng’s milieu. Navigate the bellicose traffic. Then … Continue Reading The nerve of me
A rainy day
Tie-dye me a shirt the purple and ochre of bruise. I’ll salt it away in a drawer, and save it for a rainy day like this. If only you knew … Continue Reading A rainy day
33: A mantis in Atlantis
Under the sea Under the sea Life is much better Down where it’s wetter, take it from me!* I was strapped to a stool facing a desk on a concrete … Continue Reading 33: A mantis in Atlantis
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