Tag: #thesundaymuse

Ridin’ Low Under a Starry, Starry Sky

Ridin’ low under a starry, starry sky Where a yellow crescent moon hangs low Vincent, Dali, and Frida out for an evening driveWith no particular place to go. While Frida smokes wearin’ red cowboy boots, The boy-men discuss all aspects of lifeDali says ‘I’ve lived before, a… Continue Reading “Ridin’ Low Under a Starry, Starry Sky”

Gone From Fragile Sight

“Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.”  ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close Gone from fragile sight bright promise of tomorrow and in its place comes creeping on silent… Continue Reading “Gone From Fragile Sight”

The Color of Hope is Light

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”  ― Plato Light bending, shaping, flowing into nicks and cracks of darkness impugned Both an unrelenting wave of briny ocean and a… Continue Reading “The Color of Hope is Light”

Pale Moon Sighed

Pale moon sighed when Monarchs came fluttering in on a weightless breeze with delicate wings tattered and torn from their arduous journey. And though their lifespan short these winged ones came to offer hopeA continuum of life and certain death washed in shades of autumn’s blush of crimson, gamboge, and… Continue Reading “Pale Moon Sighed”

Black Cows Look Better in the Shade

Black cows look better in the shade Your sleek long tail swatting horse flies awayCome waltz with me under a hot molten skyI’ll wear my sexy red dress that kisses my thighsAnd caress your sweet cheeks with my gentle sighsWhile we bellow a bold tune… Continue Reading “Black Cows Look Better in the Shade”

In The Aftermath

“Yet what greater defeat could we suffer than to come to resemble the forces we oppose in their disrespect for human dignity?” ― Ruth Bader Ginsburg, My Own Words And though She is gone we will rise from the black choke of oppression  Our femininity worn with dignity  Our… Continue Reading “In The Aftermath”

Wait

“The early bird gets the worm, and the early fox gets the bird.”  ― Matshona Dhliwayo Wait until sweet morning dew dries upon green velvet grass delight in simple pleasures a feather found, rich treasure Saunter with stealth and grace through mottled forest glen leave no visible traceof where you’re goingor… Continue Reading “Wait”

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