Slippery Tale in Tercets
Slippery Tale
Slipping self
In time’s sleeve
Allowed shoes to click
walk they must
To earn keep
Or get walking papers
Mind bent on capers
Goaded body resorts to vapors
Spirit edgily situated, tapers
Cup cupped in palms
Mind chanting psalms
Liquid libation calms
Sloped life peaked
Slipped self pithily
Out of time’s sleeve
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Inspiration
Inspiration
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Slippery
Undulating
Iridescent
shimmer
elusive fins
nature’s
wet whimsy
in my hand
how doth
it tremor
quickening
heartbeats
matching
itching
painterly
Freda hands
ready to run
riot in Kahlo
color
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Uprooted Assimilation
Uprooted Assimilation
Life’s bolded lines
Time blurred
Nest in memory
Canvases of glaringly
Different ilk, get tinted
In richer hues, eventually
Tadpoles from wells
Nurtured in fresh pastures
Rivet in richer timbres
Yet one can take a tadpole
Out of the well, but cannot fully
Take the well out of tadpole
Roots of bloodlines run deep,
Subterraneous veins flowing covertly
Petroglyphs of ancient memories
Life is full of déjà vu moments, feelings
Of affinity for total strangers~ events, it’s merely
Those subterraneous veins exposed in places
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Cleansing tercets
Mop in hand
Mopping spills, unable
To blot mouth spilled
Clearing cobwebs
In nooks, crannies
Mind proved elusive
Lined dust motes
Glow in rays of light
Their moment of glory
Life is life
Eel unpredictable, however
Will shower benevolence unexpectedly
Chanting under breath
In dawn’s tender soft light
Body and soul feel swabbed
Time
Ever moving
Three hands, face
Fidgeting
Lend bit of time
Or allow freeze frame
of your face~ a la Medusa
I seek but a handful of moments
From ongoing life’s battle, to regroup
Spent forces
You are historically a villain
Ever facing acrimony at the ink-
Stained hands of lovers and poets
Let us prove them wrong
Defy laws of nature
Become law unto ourselves
Still self I say
Unto you, so that
I can be still too
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