Sweet, sweet, wild fruitin the first heat of the day in the desert… Cool and sweet, unlooked-for treat in the desert morning, an oasis… Nectar, glowing, sweet as light, and chill, from the night. Cool and sweet delight heralded by wasps drunk with pleasure… They do not sting, I do not kill– Sweet truce in …
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Mystic Whispers: Icarus in the Sky
Icarus, Icarus, foolish lad! It’s the worst idea you’ve ever hadand there were others I thought were bad! To soar to the stars, you demented bird,takes more than wax wings, or hadn’t you heard?My lad, you have flown to the height of absurd! And yet, and yet, the impulse was grand, though you never considered …
The Crow
How do I know me?Can I count the ways?No, really, Can I? Ups and downs and ins and outs…so many of methere seem to beI can hardly sort them allkeep them straightgive timeattentionenergyin fair divide… Who speaks? Which one of metodayis most distraughtdetermineddriven by a feeling,by a cause…? Who of myselveschooses what look to wear today,what colorsstylefabrics and designs? …
Bitter Grapes
Wine was once upon a time divine but now, somehow, the elegance is soured as it’s taken and devoured what I knew of you and thought was fine. You sleep it off, unconscious that the sabotage is done, today, tonight are gone, tomorrow spoken for with stumbling tongue and eyes that will not wake to …
Caught in the Act
(I heard the crunching of cat food in the night that did not sound quite right, got up and found a very small, very young possum raiding the cat’s dish.) I am small I am fierce I will biteif you poke at meagain! I will gnash hiss snarl biteif you bother me,you Big! Snap hiss …
“Clear!”
“CLEAR!” I want my heart to move,to stir–to be touchedinto excitement,to pangs of poignancy…I want the worldto thrill me, charm me,make me laugh,delight me, inspire me to dance,to sing aloud,to share and givefrom my own open heart…and reach out,touching other hearts grown stiff and cold,to bring them backto life,to light–where all our hearts began. CL …
Shadows
Shifting, drifting… airs with faces and imaginary graces never firming to the touch… Are you a shadow? Am I? Would you have me real? Or I, you? Shadows cast no pain, no joy. Their suffering is not real, their fading glamor, passing clamor, not much to be wondered at. They neither harm nor charm, pass …
Mystic Whispers: On the Half Shell
Out of the sea on rising foamVenus emerges,makes herself at home, and the Gods all pause a moment to lookand admire and plan…and their canny brains cook… The Goddesses, too– they look and they seea sister to themand a rival-to-be… For the proper attentions, there must always be,to Wisdom, and to Fidelity. And Discord smiles to …
Aftermath
The impassioned moment’s passed,The fight’s gone out of me;tolerance and hope set inwith a sighand by-and-bythis latest violence,outrage, assault against the heart and soulwill pass–and leave me living still and still possessed of most of what I had; Life goes on sublime,absurd,expects the future stillmakes plans investsand wanders down the middle course again somewhere between the hopeless and the glad. Disappointment gnaws away at faith. Perhaps, because …
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