I yearn to live within the poetry of my soul eyes that see more than I know, connected to a realm I somehow sense in disappearing images that brush the corners of my sight and leave me feeling I missed something– unfeigned, authentic, breathtaking, slipping between primordial fingers till I turn, closing eyes of blind sight to find the thing…
Photo Courtesy of Lulu Lovering Living to get, getting to gain, gaining to spend, the cycle rewinds, replays the same. This can’t be the plan but the spin doesn’t stop. We’re centrifugal ears that hear out of tune on a carnival ride that makes weak eyes roll. Out of focus, out of kilter, our feet shuffle in place, hands hang…
Photo Courtesy of solarisgirl It’s been too long since I took time to be mellow. Living nose to the stone grinding out a groove to make it all fit (I keep starting new grooves). Getting-on-with-it takes focus. No time for garden variety contemplations, or to stop and consider the topsides of June blossoms. I wonder what they’ll look like when…
Photo Courtesy of Cheryl Twin Peaks Twin peaks meet at their cleavage– the swells of Mother Mountain’s breasts as she lies in cold, silent repose. Ridges continue along naked horizon, her knees drawn up, feet planted firm. Her lover lies on his side toward her– large mound of man-hip rising, sloping, poised. Awaiting the day they two will join again as…
Photo Courtesy of Monique Kittan The Alabaster Shell Milky white alabaster skin, unnatural rouge-rosy color high on my cheekbones, I never wore rouge. Lips like wet cherry, shiny, silken hair, delicately smooth, pale peachy hands, sleek, shapely, mauve-painted nails, I never wore nail polish (though I always loved mauve.) I had bulgy, blue-green veins that moved when my grandson fingered…