I am your jailor you’re my satellite, spinning, suspended in place I am your jailor key forgotten in drawer crime of love’s sentence satellite spinning a puppy dog prisoner begging for a glance suspended in place my charms jangle your madness my toy; your torment
Category: poetry
dVerse — Poetics — Shy Sanjna
Painting of Surya with his two consorts Sanjna and Chhaya Shy Sanjna, married to the sun, soft-skinned, hides in the night clouds’ mist. Her avatar, Chhaya, one who wears glass bangles on her wrists. Her silken locks do lure with scent of honey-myrrh, argan shampoo; down, dinghy-lounging, Nile she went. When flaming Surya, nose so…
POPO2022 Day 25 — couple walking towards mountains and space
all life passes here over snow-capped mountains’ toil with soul mate Garmins all life passes here on its way beyond the veil coming and going o’er snow-capped mountains gold anchor threads slip away we grow – or shed – wings with soul mate Garmins our bonds become beacons spirit bread crumbs
dVerse — Haibun Monday — soup can
Andy Warhol uses a tomato soup can to show how fame can be condensed into fifteen minutes but create memories that take on a lifetime for a star; yet they are mostly a throwaway for the rest of the sky. To me Campbell’s soup cans’ innards served as dinner sauce bases for tired grandparents and…
POPO2022 day 24 — woman looking up at moon
when I was a girl you walked me home at night you listened to me when I was a girl my street held scant menace danger was at home you walked me at night knew why my footsteps slowed saw that he was there you listened to me convinced me to turn around to tell…
POPO2022 day 22 — various mushrooms
dirty bottom fruit from unsweet decomposings no jellies from these dirty bottom fruit necrotic kingdom’s bounty domed, brainy berets unsweet, decomposed, yet surprisingly tender when sliced and sauteed no jellies from these tomato sauces instead odd fruit companions
POPO2022 day 21 — la gitana safety matches
Coney Island days when the seeing eye promised forever summer Coney Island days barkers, music; languid nights cool sands, lapping waves when the eye promised doubt’s voice drowned in salty breeze and children’s laughter forever summer I remember our love then and am young again
Tao-Talk 