TSM 196 — Longfellow Kindku

Photography by Josephine Tell me, oh sweet creation, secrets, odds and ends, enjoyment and adventure. Your heart in its drums, field adance with daffodils, furry joy sublime, sailing kitten dreams — divine. Today’s offering is in the kindku form. Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.

TSM 195 — Sorrow’s folded wings

Wings, adapted to rise in tempest’s tantrums or tears, have folded, dull with thin wisps of extinguished love. Red candle aflame shone with heat; yet physic’s lessening, fate’s decree. Darkened room fades into shadow, left only with sorrow’s chill gleam. Photograph by Anita Sedberry at Harold Ross Fine Art Photography. Carrie is today’s host of…

TSM 193 — Annointed

“James Dean playing the bongos, NYC, 1955. Photographed by Dennis Stock ” Celluloid flutters far away grooves deepen on this sunny day No ivory tickles needed When steady muse heartbeat heeded Smoke curls, blue, lazy, upward rise Windless rapture behind closed eyes Bongo trio passes the joint Lubricated, our smiles annoint Carrie is today’s host…

#TSM 192 — Sojourners

In before times all was a dreaming sleep. Awake, the days came; the forming colors flew from atomic cosmoplasmic brew; first, slithering like a great blue snake, came river, calling down –then laying itself on– brown dust. Oh seeds dance! Babies, lush, green, spring up trying to return to heavenly slumber; then fall — to…

TSM 191 — You’re Mine Today

She served us hot tea and cold sesame cakeWe sipped, chewed, and talked, with a view of the lakeThe waves blurred. She cawed, “My dear, come and lay down.”I woke in her nest, now dressed bright in her gown.I struggled to sit and found wings ‘stead of arms.I struggled to speak, instead cackled and barked.My…

TSM 184 — Let your light so shine

Let your light so shine, a beacon for drained and withered, dying souls. Revive spring to their winter season. Salve the madness back to reason Restore jagged fragments into wholes Let your light so shine, a beacon Neutralize foul acts of treason Bright care cauterize weeping holes Revive spring to their winter season Scalpel out…

TSM 183 — dueling kindku

Winter’s Promise Winter’s promise: stark shrouds of white half hide the dark silent arrogance of ice’ forboding fortress island, where none may penetrate bleakness’ armor; rock only spring melts. Day Comes Softly Day, oh faithful friend, humble you creep; me gazing, laughter’s eyes gleam pink; inspired cast on light’s loving poetry in strife seeds each…