Charmed Chaos
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From a Leaden Inkless Pen
Time’s chant, a ravishing rant to a pale consumed moon In her lap a palmed rose, red as the blood of a newborn lambAs skulls of saints hum spiritual songs with lonely cries of loonsWhile enticing them with tendrilled vines of bitter wild yams. Upon… Continue Reading “From a Leaden Inkless Pen”
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Among Copper Leaves
Strolling a quiet path on an autumn day with naught but bright song of an orioleBrilliant plumage hidden among copper leaveshis song wafting on the halcyon breeze This is what feeds my dog-tired soul listening to soothing sounds of nature the heavy thud of green acorns droppingGround… Continue Reading “Among Copper Leaves”
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Many a Time
And lo, many a time death has called my nameBut I’ve run from her haunting mournful callHowling on raw wind, from the shallow graveWailing in harsh winter’s stagnant pall Her face in shadows, wearing a gossamer caulBegging to caress with bony white fingersWhile fierce… Continue Reading “Many a Time”
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Silver Threads
Silver threads woven through my hair where once I defied my true agean etching of lines on a weathered face leaving a map of where I’ve been. For a pandemic raging and a cancer in my breast have done their damage and left me-naked, for this disease… Continue Reading “Silver Threads”
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Maniacal Masks
“We all float down here!” ― Stephen King, It I am the haunting voice calling, calling, callingyour name from beyond the storm drainwith a rush of swirling water, pirating your fragile boattaking it as mine to lure you down, down, downto play in the dark abyss… Continue Reading “Maniacal Masks”
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The opportunists
This is the wandering place I sit contemplating life listening to raucous lovebirds quarreling over seed chartreuse feathers gleaming with their blush peach cheeks feeding tiny young discovering newfound wings while here and there goldfinches jump into the fray Gila woodpeckers come to pound on this aging mesquite searching… Continue Reading “The opportunists”
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Oh That I Could Fly
A fleeting flash of stark gray and white a pompous cocking of feathered tail as his melody dances on air The forest is in awe of his vast repertoirefor the mockingbird can sing almost anythingas he remembers each note any bird croons Flitting from limb to… Continue Reading “Oh That I Could Fly”
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