Posts for June 2, 2019 (page 6)

Hardly a husk I’ve wandereed,
A frail coccoon dormant among dust and labyrinth,
Only to stumble upon this place of majesty.

Half a witch, half a sandcastle,
I emerge triumphant,
One horned and radiant among serpents and houseplants.
A seven minute span of Grace at the end of a red footprint path.
A chime-laden city on the cliffs,
Where each stained glass eye looks down on aching bellies,
Urging only sparkbloom and love.

At rest with stark whitened ribs,
Recollecting four of five strangled years,
Growing ornamented vines.

Magnetic vector
grants angular rotation
correlation state

Particles disjoin
disorder reversing time
requital system

mirrorssrorrim
reflecttcelfer
onlyylno
whattahw
lightthgil
revealsslaever
forrof
inni
darknessssenkrad
issi
onlyylno
theeht
oneeno

This poetry will now Have
Better Words
Describing more Truth
With greater Emotive Power!

Switches, Gizmos, Widgets
New New New!
Newness just not found previously

(more rep than a Caddy)
(more cred than a record)

Dense as lead…
Symbols!
Much Metaphor
And Also Alliteration
Similes like Secret smiles

Hidden Themes and Meanings
And, as you now Expect
Prophecy!

Come and Get It While It’s Hot!

Her ghost visited me again last night,
the spectral silhouette shrouded in yellow light.
I watched as she entered my mind,
cutting to the front of my line of thoughts
beckoning me to a world I know little of.
I watched her
but I didn’t look into that digital plane
because of the danger of its dichotomous nature.
Looking would continue the charade
of unchecked passions carelessly indulged.
Looking would send her a snapshot of my vision
begging pressure to respond
to what I cannot preview or prepare for.
My current response,
the silence of not looking,
isn’t much better.
By now, she knows I’m purposefully not looking.

Thus we wait for the day
we meet each other in person again
when we can hash out irresponsibilities
and the terrible things we as human beings
can do to each other, 
I, certainly, being no exception.

Elsewhere, a prayer on the back of a Valentines tin
a heart
with a banged-up lid that could never close
’til a tack hammer thwack of her thumb and the rim

Fixed it.  

Pain as a sacrifice to the things that hold us together.  

I heard that if you stay still enough, a vine of honeysuckle will grow right through you
I tell her my sources are never reliable  

She says she remembers that he likes the smell of vanilla,
and maybe it will help the bees.

as chris tells the story of his spider-friend who got sucked through the car window
papa mike chimes in

who knows, maybe he flew away and found another girlfriend

and here i am
the power of metaphor strikes again

i miss my spider-friend

First House on the Right  

You almost have to know it’s there.
Wrought iron posts hint at a
Lost enclosure now growing
Only weeds and  honeysuckle.
   
As you lift to the rise in the road
Look for ancient iron posts tilted in
Angles off to the right, guarding their
Forgotten patch of briars and grass.
 
County moved the road, cut the trees,
Scrapped away the path. Ignored stone
And fence so that nothing looked
Much the same except four iron posts.  

None of us speeding by remembered
The why of four iron posts, all, that is,
But those still living down the side road  
In the first house on the right.
 
Family don’t bury a baby wrapped
In his mother’s arms and forget how
Much was lost, a line, a name, tomorrow’s
Promise by aunts, grands, cousins.  

Fryman, stoic, stern, broken, carved
The marker with stem, flower, and name
Of wife, baby son. He put hands to plow
And cow and never took to walk past
Telling stone, the grave and four iron posts.  

Sing, O sing of what is lost, sing O
Sing of four iron posts, four iron posts
Yes,  sing again of four iron posts.                  

She’s alive she spends time.
Unsalted.
Vein expression for depression.
She’s 
Unsalted.
My oh my why oh why because it’s 
Unsalted.

She is looking for something

but hasn’t found it yet

How many times has she walked past

with her gold bracelets and twitching lips

The scene loops as I grind coffee, pour out extra milk

grind coffee

pour out extra milk