Rigid patterns
Frigid heart
(Shuts out sparks,
Nothing stays)
Rainbow bright
–Out damn night–
Dreams fill days
More, I crave
Mourning up
I splat down
Long fingers
Linger latent
Extend strength
Aide my angst
Defend my fate
A wise prophet
A proffering
I inhale deep
In you seep…
You saving me
(A soul so cold
died long ago,
Back to life
Every night)
I see G Love in Kalamazoo, MI in August. (Got to meet him a 4th of July like 10 years ago, so sweet, have a blurry picture, lol). Wish you were there.
Deep in the gut, a giggle floats up, sweetening a sour tummy to jiggle like jello covered in honey!
As you dance, a boy with a balloon, exuding passion through your spirit so real, so true, you are a perfect picture of youth loving life.
I’m so, so, so, SOOOO happy for you!
Each day the birds sing a tale anew, the greatest treasure of a poet is a muse. Mine is you.
A ladybug, invisible,
held in the sticky
yellow center of a bud,
blindly reaching
for the nourishment
of the firey sun,
rooted on the bank
of a riverbend,
a journey neverending,
with a wizard watching
ashore mesmerizing
waves swirling
with his staff playing,
inspiring the circle
light to bursting
color into the world,
a hot hug of love.
Let’s go back to before my accident…It’s 1990, a blowout bonfire at the end of school next to Midwest cornfield, I stood staring into the flames dancing hot waves, and I felt warmed deep in my soul, not from the heat of the fire, but as if an invisible smoke spirit floated from the bottom embers to smoke sucked up my nose.
I wondered then, as I do now again, if what I felt was true or just me way back when in a weird mood?
Tonight, with a puff of smoke (thanks to the dragon downthe way;)…
POOF! PRESTO!
Off to snap the net for the Mythology of smoke spirits:
I now understand my reaction:
Smoke Spirits
Two smoke spirits ablaze
Dancing irredecent
Shaping shadows
Two smoke spirits escaping
Ethereal displacement
Rising UP
Two smoke spirits away
A Transcendence
Feet to Ground
A new go-round.
Rebirth:
a bird burned
to scorched earth.
Feathers old
Replaced.
Time flies
a new face
Reframed.
A peacock plumes
eyes watch sky
bright blue anew.
Rejuvenation
I Re-Claim.
A Re-Try
Remains…
Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts 