Mystery

 

 

Each of us

 

Eternity

 

Arts an sciences

 

Beth's Question

 An Answer to Beth’s Question

The heart inside
Demands a Gothic
Arched sentiments from organ pipes
Melodies expanding

Outside the moon
And tides that know subsiding’s not departure
Legend tells
That freedom keeps no womb
And choice
No umbilical considerations

4th of July

 Born on the 4th of July. Must have been a beautiful baby. Too young to really fall in love. Makin’ whoopee. Goin’ with him someday soon. The bells are ringing for me and my gal. D-I-V-O-R-C-E. I’ve got a crush on you. Love is lovelier the second time around. Body and soul. D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Alone again, naturally. Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman. Love is just around the corner. Everything’s coming up roses. Someone to watch over me. I did it my way.

Life

 Life is clouds

Reflected in pools of disappointment
Told in porcelain melodies
Chiming in the breeze
Of someone passing

Life is a perception
A silver-backed glass attitude
Interrupting infinity
In images collected
In grey resolve

Great Grandmother Died