Pure Fun Tercets
Key fumbled in lock
Heart crept to mouth
In nocturnal shock
Slo-mo dreamy moves
Became furious salsa blurs
To keep up with racing pulse
Saucer eyed- cracked open door
Saw neighbor’s tipsy guest on tiptoe
Weaving now towards proper floor
Got back under warm coverlets
Conjured McDreamy for another visit
Alas, love’s hostage had already fled…
Originally Published: January 26, 2012
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Live Edifice by Association
Germ of thought
Sprouted words
Words got strung
In sentences
Which in turn
Got associated
With humanity
Each person with own
Humane story
Waiting to be told
Leading to multi hued
Quilt of heaving
Humanity with myriad
Emotions -teeth clenched
for survival…biding time…
For that one moment
When a needy trusting hand
Softly steals into their hearts
Sharing simple warmth
Connections are forged-
A living protoplasm joins
Its own wee heaving isle
Of grief and joy to other
Grieving cells
A chain of life
Is formed leading
To one throbbing
Heaving heartbeat- a city
Within the concrete city
Needing no ground
To stand upright
Its foundation laid
In that hallowed ground
That is beyond time’s
Eroding hand- an edifice
of bricked human hearts
set in emotional glue
Moistened with tears
Every heart that touched
Another- left a bit
Of own heart back
At same time took piece
Of other’s heart back
Enriching this sharing
for posterity
(** this is inspired by the 911 movie Extremely Close, Incredibly Loud)
Originally Published: January 25, 2012
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Clouds
Time hand in glove
with nature
Will cloud eyes, rob
bounce from steps
Frothy dreams wearing night’s cloak
Will elude their talons
On wings of mythical unicorns head
For the stars, nightly visit
Wash spirit in daybreak’s glistening robe
Long to tickle out of reach clouds
Soar unmoored, shore to shore
Open shut doors
Pandora’s box of past hurts
Will hound, bay at twilight, with guile
Stuff ears with louder mirth wads
Drown out their cries
This cat and mouse is a game
That has neither winner, nor a loser
Only measured moves of chess that
Daily come to rest, in the box, same
**
The human soul is like a cloud. It is forever in movement and changing. – Carmen Gaite
Originally Published: January 24, 2012
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Journey To Solace
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise some where ~John Muir
Journey for Solace
Heart in mouth
Crossed hairpin
Mountain bends
Drove beyond
Dipping valleys
Up steep passes
Grief’s shadows dissipated
As thinned air gave pause
Jumpstarted paused heart
Weighted soul burst into song
Blood gushed to gaping holes
Pock marking traumatized heart
Quilted nature’s green patches
Sustenance starved swatches
Reaffirmed destiny’s universality
Hugging descended calm walled
In by succor gained from sight
Of nestled sacred grove therein
I was ready to tackle world again
Look fate in the eye and if necessary
Unsheathe hibernating gumption to defy
Originally Published: January 23, 2012
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Soul Talk
External spurs goad
Thought steeds towards
Internal sanctuary
Few avow soul is pure
Fraud, a slot machine
A disconnect from reality
Everyday, I stitch mouths of grief
With laughter cross stitches
Planting rows of smiling beds
Undertow of sadness
Is strong but my will tough
Enough to overcome it
Eyes anointed with holy water
Sight of ecstatic prayer flags against
Distant peaks, chiming monastic bells
All exude strange bliss within me
Reinforcing walls of inner sconce
Receptacle for my soul’s lit flame
As my feet hit ground every morning
I am thankful for his continued grace
Even as I long to opt out of life’s rat race
Originally Published: January 22, 2012
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