Carrying of the water, stoking of the stove, sweeping up the cinders, mending of the clothes. Cooking up the dinner, helping kids with sums; then telling bedtime stories, of faeries and Tom Thumbs, I tuck wee ones into dreams in trundle beds under wool. Undone it comes, one plait at a time, in warm gaslight….
Tag: #The Sunday Muse
TSM 201 — Return Forever
Existentials traversed to nethers’ wilds. Necessary lies, now I Return wise, a willing sacrifice to the excised, still rhythmed heart’s scene of invisible keening-rent-divine of the crime — your forever silent judgment: guilty. Today’s poem is in Waltmarie form, described as: 10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their…
TSM 200 — Revived
Boxed in with square plates, floundering, unable to breathe. Darkness surrounds; I sink to the bottom, inert ink chrysalis. Bu bum.. bu bum.. shaken infused with grumble vibration; woozy slakes corners smooth, fills deflated bags with vivre. I rise, kicking, alive. As part of the celebration, Carrie has asked that we say a little bit…
#TSM 199 — Diamond T
American Jazz pianist and composer Thelonious Monk Before his Time’s man of his own hour tick…tock ticks his jazz notes deep down cool fly by unsquare beats in arrhythmic meditative notes. Nirvana floats. from youtube comment: Just to put it all together: Thelonious Monk – piano Charlie Rouse – tenor Ben Riley – drums Larry…
TSM 197 — Late Summer Berries
Photography by Kristine Wayman a life noir of flickered shadows wandered nightmares of dead forests palette drained by traitor rainbows wandered nightmares of dead forests where once green danced, where fancies played moan in still, stale airless chorus where once green danced, where fancies played hungry sunlight blushed tender flesh naivete hacked with crime’s blade…
TSM 194 — Til Death
Til Death Blind, fumbling amongst bramble I’m lost abandoned, bereft in enemy terrain without shoes, hungry, under cold heaven’s regard our love fast-fading sunshine to vacuum gloom your laugh seeps up in mist from your forever lie my tomb. Today’s poem is in the Waltmarie form, which is “a 10 line poem, any subject, even…
TSM 190 — Death Settles on this Night
death settles on this night,when his mind gets justright. cold fog puffs to gauze- cushioned sighs; he smiles.when his mind gets justright, death conjures life; his bare toes dance in lightto angelic voices; soul flies as his life becomes dust. Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
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