We are bright moons reflected in other people’s skies
Photo by and copyright of Alexey Yurenev
My latest missives & musings
Punchbag
In the distance, the permanent close distance,The uniform tempo looms.It booms.The steady, slow, dull, dread, drone of a timpani of tyranny.The throbbing thud of armour-plated hooves on the ground,Heavy and steady,Marching in perfect time.Cloaked in shadows with no weight,They weigh in with punches made of leaden leather memories.Jabs of childhood,Crosses of marriage,Parental uppercuts,Pounding, pounding, pounding.One…
Moon sight
When the dawn light meets the moon sight, In the blink of a Magpie’s eye, The slate grey clouds are warmed, And with no time to stay They quickly wash on by.
The butterfly and the tree
We knew each other like a butterfly knows an ancient tree;You were there all of my life. But now those delicate wings of yellow sleep,In the silence of an ocean deep,And the leaves fall like tears down oak bark cheeks. To be the mother of a song is to gift joy.So, when notes…
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