TSM 182 — Consumed

Consumed On lonely nights I see you therewhen moonlight steals into the roomor candles flicker in the gloom.When all’s asleep but me and you. When dawn’s song seems so far awayon sleepless nights, I hear you there,the creaking board upon the stair;your scratching in the ceiling tile. When mist is thick along the groundand seeps…

TSM 170 — Babydoll

Back then she was called Babydoll,a spark from mommy’s fever dream;their heaped station wagon zig-zaggedto try-outs with soulless faces. P(r)imped in ringlets and pink ruffles,back then she was called Babydoll.She batted her eyes; dimpled herway onto marquees nation-wide. Sedatived for conveniencethat by teenhood became habit.Back then she was called Babydoll.The offers changed, the lights now…

TSM 164 — I am the one…

I am the one who forms the vesselsfrom cosmoplasm’s clayalthough ten thousand theories willswirl forever as to how all comes about. Despite your impulse to thank or blameme, the one who forms the vessels,know the way of things are as they arewhether or not you choose to pray. From each atom of your grieving tearsto…

The Sunday Muse 158 — Dream Lover

To knock me off balance again I see you, wind-blown, in my dream. Freezing and begging for respite, I beckon, “Come, get in the car.” So cold you are! You reach for me to knock me off balance again. We cling for dear life, for our love, enduring time, circumstances. I hadn’t thought of you…

dVerse — Poetics — This being human is …

This being human is water,blue blankets, morning mists, and waves,green sea foam, slick pools in blae caves,bubbling, then steeping morning tea. Pushed by seasons, pulled by physics,this being human is water.Warm and greeting, cooled receding,ice-stretched hinterlands. Temporals shaping our molecule’s context.Single teardrops and moon-tide swells,this being human is water.We wander from mud to rainbows. We’re…

dVerse — portrait — amber eyes

  Timeless visions fill amber eyes Granddad’s mule found in the gulley Hacked to pieces, jealous neighbor “Coyotes done it.” No charges. Arms held fast; thrusts, ugly grunts Timeless visions fill amber eyes Stripped, pummeled, defiled, threatened ”They had alibis.” No charges. Husband dragged away in handcuffs “She said he broke in and raped her.”…

dVerse — Blaming and Forgiveness

image link Frank is the host of dVerse tonight. Frank says: I found M. Scott Peck’s Further Along the Road Less Traveled in a used bookstore a few weeks ago. It has been a challenge to read. As I understand it Peck describes a spiritual journey we are all on, whether we like it or…