Charmed Chaos
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Tag: Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Black Amethyst Sky
He was the sun, the moon, the black amethyst sky His voice thundered in the air, a timeless familiar melodyplayed by a thousand haunting bass drums My heart now no longer mine, adrift in a vast ocean of emptinessfor my eternal love has gone,… Continue Reading “Black Amethyst Sky”
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Conversation with the Moon
“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” Oscar Wilde And the Thunder moon whispered to me I miss your soft lips and adoring eyes… Continue Reading “Conversation with the Moon”
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Chat Noir
The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay, I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café. -Oscar Hammerstein II When I ache to remember that wonderful trip to ParisI find my round music box that plays my favorite… Continue Reading “Chat Noir”
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A Sluggish Summer Breeze
Silver spanish moss hangs low, dressing the mighty Oakwith a lace tatting hem for emerald green leaves that hold fast in the sluggish summer breeze The walled garden is stifling this time of year,the sweltering air heavy as granite stone, Emerging cicadas sing from… Continue Reading “A Sluggish Summer Breeze”
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Quiescent Summer
Scorching summer did not come calling as it has in years past instead, it seemed to sneak in with quiet rustling feetbetween long shadows dancing on seeded rye grassand red-ripe tomatoes hanging heavy on the vine. The buttery summer squash gleams in brilliant sunits… Continue Reading “Quiescent Summer”
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Fragile Beauty
It was only a summer day much like this When you took that final breath and drifted awayThe birds were singing as if nothing significant happenedThe nascent breeze meandered through the gardenThe blood red roses didn’t wither and blackenThe sun kept on shining with… Continue Reading “Fragile Beauty”
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This Body Mine
You will not break methose that came before you triedThe dark man with black eyes‘It’s for your own good’as he raised his deformed handpurple bruised skinhe tried to whip me into submission —for I was not his child the damage he inflictedmore mental than… Continue Reading “This Body Mine”
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