sun is warmmusic lowglass of winelulled to sleep I love this image. It brings instant relaxation. Form: slimverse. Carrie is today’s host for The Sunday Muse.
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TSM 172 — each night she tries
by day she’s drenchedgloom’s sticky thingsforever youngforever trapped each night she triesto recapturethe special dreamwhen she felt free woolly cushionedeach night she triesshe drifts to sleepto see bright wings when moon rise and when daylight fleeseach night she triesto hear the song dim dusty trailsthat wind alongcold stone pathwayseach night she tries Carrie is…
TSM 169 — Sun on my face
When the sun warms my face,when the wind blows my hair,I can feel grey erase. A direct shot of grace,it reads like a prayerwhen the sun warms my face. Benediction in raysto disperse earthly cares,I can feel grey erase. I forget my mistakes,cast my doubts to the airwhen the sun warms my face. Content thoughts…
TSM 168 — Home (for Bob Dylan)
Photography by Artist, Jasper James Slapped by labels, sprinkled with stardust, and he’s worn the tread off of more than a few pair of boots. He’s snapped more strings than gum snapped at a bazooka joe convention. He’s been spelled by potions and powders, fondled by hungry groupies, and chiseled by more than a few…
TSM 167 — Stranded
Nightsky absconded with moon and left no forwarding address.Gaia’s APB has gleaned zilch. There’s no other way to take it but personally… Designed with streamlined hopes, she wasa vessel built for pleasure and redemption;now abandoned, parched in persistent gloom. She’s beached, far from home, with rusting chains,and warping wood, her finish long etched awayby sea…
TSM 166 — Winged Messenger
She plays moon star sky-chase’til dawn, then coyote drinks deep.Her wise open eyes closeto yellow pools in otherworldlyrealms; her work beginsas spirit wings wait for her. Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
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