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Penumbrae

twilight’s
onset
has me
hastily
fashion cudgels
from splintered
light
for combatting
dark forces
filming past
every
night
~
post slaying
of splayed darknesses
of depression
firmly staying their march
Vagabond soul
thus continues it’s
nocturnal forays …fully lit
in core …unperturbed
by encasing penumbrae
of real
surreal
~

safe haven

touched
by
amazing grace
fingers hum
in air ….
feelers seeking
space
between spaces…..
for squirreling
away..
unshared tender
moments…
programmed
for firing synapses
when mind
blunders about
lost in time’s fog
for gentle
reeling in
to
love’s safe
keeping

 

 

miasma

~
beset by glowering
grey skies
i forbid miasma
to overpower
usual bouncy
spirit
~
deep sleep
post binge on Golden
Globes avec Dame Streep’
De Mille speech heartened
weft woof of heart mind’s
despair in life’s loom
~
amidst morning’s
soul stirring mantra chants
I who no longer seek anything
but Him from Him now pray
for safe steer of my beloved
adopted home’s safe moorings
~
a diffident prayer
that am letting blossom
to uplift darkened skies
letting hope and innate goodness
forever prevail overthrowing
apathies in one fell swoop
~
hands
come together
in tandem
eyes warm
to inner glow
buoyantly burning bright
~

 

 

 

insatiate love

my insatiate love’s fingers
continue to lightly brush yours
some cherished memories are
beyond time and death’s grasp

shank of night

suddenly
awakening
heartbeat
blubbering
realized it was
still shank of night
quizzed self
gnawing on bones
of whys wherefores
suddenly shivered goosed
flesh alerted as all over skin
continued crawling…
was something
lurking here…right now
had flapping black birds
ominous buzzing sounds
leached over from scary
movies of yesterday/night?
attempts
at sinking back
into sleep’s folds
became useless
finally giving up
gingerly embraced
today’s body…

is it a portend of closed envelope events….still wondering…

painting Crows In Van Gogh’s Bedroom is by Nancy Denommee