in writhe and torment
when in sleepful bliss
of noncommittal I
could wile oblivious
in graying, wrinkled sheets
to the march of time?
But nooo,
no complacent composure
comes my way...
I have been chosen
in tantrum and doubt
to lead a new age
from dreams of Atlantis.
A fluffy bunny
in striped chenille
mocked in dark shadows
and conservative concentrics
makes time,
as words flip
like hotcakes on a griddle.
The vision came in aural
afterglow of iced magic,
whiskey ether, while nesting
in a religious
ecstasy of suspension.
Woman come hither
and listen...
the healing is coming
to balance the scale
in dark and light
of a fish swirl.
I listened....
Boldly carve your char
and gristle, dissect
the meat from the
bone of your honesty -
let go...
Questions and protests
surfaced and melted...
Kindly find the voice
in words
for laying of hands
to those who would listen -
no tricking,
it's time to care.
I wept...
Now you're talking! Good write.
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ReplyDeletein words
for laying of hands
to those who would listen -
no tricking,
it's time to care.
powerful stuff
Thank you both... it must have been my innervoice ;>)
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