Nature Girl Mama yells, “don’t get your frock dirty,” asshe skips away to play among wren tinklesand sunbeams through tall stands of pine. Bursting from the dappled path, she glimpseswhere silver ripples the mere speck of a lake;a dancing gingham butterfly flits as flowers sway. Casting off her cap and all the rest, she tip-toesamongst…
Tag: #The Sunday Muse
TSM 181 — Revived
Their bodies turned traitor but their minds stay loyal. Each Saturday at city center park, their tactre-pledges under oak witnesses. It matters not whose king is vanquished, but the thrill of life through logic’s foreplay courses through veins. Greyed skulls, capped heads bent,rapt in concentration, they’realive once again Carrie is…
TSM 180 — Night Walker
My darling, why did you goto a place so dark?I truly need to know. Empty clangs, doves moan,heels click, soul marked.My darling, why did you go? Night screams, blood flowsyet no answer, my sanity infarct.I fervently need to know incantation to transposefrom ghoul back to art.My darling, why did you go? Numbers terrify, a village…
TSM 179 — A House is a Person
abandoned fading lifestyle, expectations, social connections cold, smokeless chimneys smiles depleted, hearts stalled sagging porch gravity’s relentless vanquish boarded windows shaded, sightless perception sinking foundation dreams wheezing discolored clapboard wrinkly, splotched deteriorated add-on hobbies receding curtainless vulnerable peeling columns shedding facades doghouse twin feeble, needy pet new front door keeping hope alive I tried to…
TSM 178 — A Chance to Shine
This time they say I look like Brando but they’re looking for Charlie Sheen Another time said I resembled Keaton but wanted someone resembling Dean I’ve read the scripts! I know the lines! Give me a chance, please! One time! Dialects from Shakespeare to Bronx Struts like Astaire to a lumbering Ox Hollywood looks are…
TSM 177 and earthweal’s OLW 83 — Rapunzel’s Prayer
When lady moon shines silver light, a beacon in fall’s black ink night, I see her through the window pane. She weaves her plait of gleaming white with nimble fingers, brown and veined; an act profound yet so mundane. Rapunzel, beloved priestess crone, prepares to practice arts arcane. Fresh-flowered steps barefoot to throne, raises a…
TSM 176 — Straight Desert Highways
He says what happens between us stays here,he in burnished leather boots and his fancy car.We ride straight desert highways with the top down,his hand on my thigh; he’s wearing the biggest grin.Me, soaking in tans, browns, sunbeats in big sky. We stop for gas near the border. Senoritas smile,shy under their long lashes. They…
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