The moon shines
into the dirty desert air
with a rusty opal halo —
Scorpius has lost his way
behind the thin clouds,
city glare, smoke, dust —
His heart shines in some far
better place — but not here
in this smoggy summer.
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
To be continued
life blooms right through death
and they beautify each other
Once upon a thyme
Desserts are the fairy tales of dining — a happily-ever-after to supper.
A dash of heat
All other seasons in Phoenix are just hyphenated summers:
Value-able
some see treasure in everything,
while others die believing
everyone else struck gold but
never finding any for themselves —
how sad for those lost, bitter beings
who were ever blind of heart
X
life is a treasure map
and also the treasure
Hiding from the sleep cops
I’ve had such bad insomnia the sleep cops have issued a warrant for my rest.
Hear & Now
Music echoes rhythms of the universe
Music is audible time
Music is past meets present
Our heartbeats are the drums of life
We dance to life, not music
Asymmetrical kisses
Asymmetrical kisses,
the sexiest yearning —
one lip on nostalgia, the
other, love yet earning
Close quarters & distant dreams
in good times and in bad
’til death do us part
isn’t just for marriage —
but family too — lifelong vows
coursing through our blood
Dissecting hearts
If falling in love feels this good, being in love must be intolerable.
journal, age fifteen
Fading in
i am naked and spinning
unmasked and repenting
wasn’t i just fourteen
mere unwound hours ago
i breathed, i sang
a lyric or two, loudly
in my quiet voice —
cycled through colors
found beautiful hues
my butterfly wings
cripplingly morphed
to chrysalis again
— reflect retread —
growing wisdom in my head
thrust out the blonde hair
and that all the new
is gray matters not —
focus is a summit reached
rock bottom at the top
perimenopausal paradox —
if someone would listen
if anyone would care
from up here or down there
the invisible i have become
could unhide everted —
but what has burned out
is not the heart soul
bones mind or gut but
only the brittle shell
of youth — falling apart
shedding and crumbling
finally wasting far away
leaving a glowing
blossom unsplayed —
Looking back at myself
i lost myself
and panicked
like a parent
who lost sight
of their child
— i looked in
all the places
i had been —
looked in all
the corners
of my soul —
it had been
so long since
i had seen
myself that
very nearly
i gave up —
but suddenly
one fall day
on passing
a mirror i saw
acceptance
in an old face
and realized
i don’t need
that little lost
girl anymore