I've posted another poetry audio blog. This week the poems include Subservience and Flow, Locks Above Water, and an ole favorite, Not-To-Begotten Bird, for cat lovers. I also discuss bees, dreams, and meditation. You will be soothed. #poetry #art #spokenword #enlightenment #bees

#vss365 someone should remember stone scratchings primordial echoes tattoo'd heavenly bodies on limestone and slate symbols and suggestions an epic hunting trip fades in the light from being looked upon under heavy breath *** papyrus and pulp printed and pressed

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#vss365 a bumblebee serves with dwindling heat the sun drops a last coin the Autumn wind insists on rest for the clumsy libertine #haiku #tanka #poetry #enlightenment #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #aiart #aiartcommunity #art #nature #space #astronomy

Boggy Regrets* figures of speech far from straight-forward full of assumptions and dark turns driving conclusions potential complications it’s a Victorian thing to never say what you mean but take aim and shoot she’s not in the mood but says … please keep in touch cynical

From the Wisp* The corridor was deserted. Bara ran down the hall to the stairs but then stopped. Something suddenly occurred to her. Patsy’s story from dinner sounded a lot like what was happening now. Would morning come to find her lying lifeless at the foot of the stairs? No.

#vss365 From Become Elemental ...* there is a blue beauty to the melancholy you have his memory your lunar emotions you have the dunes of bitterness and longing to shift between to erode and sand-blast what is left of your youth still and listen a finer earth calls to you

#vss365 The Bride Clapped a Solo Fandango* the bride road to the beat of a solo fandango her thighs gripped tight her perch atop her mount at her side, primed was a loaded pistol she’d been left alone abandoned at the altar her heart sacrificed to the wanderlust of a no-good,

#vss365 From Divinely Opiate ...* caught up within gossamer netting an earthly heaven a hologram projected upon a softly focused material matrix soften your gaze bestow a feathery touch harsh reality blurs to beauty a singularity dissolves returns possibility orphaned stray

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Fallen Angel We Shared the Sky* For a night of many sleeps with the earth as our pillow we shared the sky roots were deep limbs strong limbs supple wings wide sacred glade fertile leaves from lips taken by the wind dried to dirt given by the rain to mud sacred glade no more

From Monochrome Angel ... The monochrome angel lays her head low, her newsprint wings folded in submission. Time hates nothing likes he hates the obsolete. Angel or demon, he cares naught. Duality is a myth, a page-holder for the mortal. Loved or hated, you serve your purpose;

The full reel deal on my #Coraline #cosplay

#vss365 tears in grey taffeta and tulle frayed edges seems rended music subdued lights dimmed brevity darkness conundrum grieve and lament get swept up with detritus the discarded or rest , weave in dreams celebrate the in between

#vss365 a red maple clashes with a pink sunset I see stars *** Alternative tanka a gin blossom'd maple clashes with a rosé-drenched sunset even from a dry distance I see stars #haiku #tanka #poetry #enlightenment

Dried Grass Remains* Then … a derelict aqua-duct cuts through the square there was water in olden times grass grew green fed by the flow here, they found zen stress has hydrophilic tendencies it's pulled away in the current Now … the whistle of a rusted whirligig has

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From the Wisp ...* Amy’s breathing told Bara she was in her dorm room, but Amy hadn’t woken her. There’d been a sound. Now there was only silence, silence and the low hum of Amy’s snores. Bara closed her eyes once more. There it was again, a tapping, something tapping very

From Bastet’s Shadow ...* Anubis chases Bastet’s shadow or is it his burnt-out cosmic tail orbital law or laying a groove silky space-time or bottomless quicksand can you dig it the darkest, coolest of cats alive or dead, existing or not will not be contained in a box meet me

Yes ... that is me:) Giving my best Coraline impression:)

#vss365 stitch black buttons on blue irises dis-associate animate #Coralline #Halloween #horror #cosplay #movies #associate #haiku #tanka #poetry #enlightenment #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #art #fantasyart

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