Man

You are perplexing,

when my eyes close you are still there

embedded behind my lids.

I pretend to understand you but

I have yet to unravel the enigma

slyly slipping through me.

Your soft growl calls out my emotions,

holds me tender with soft pads or still with

the fierce clamp of jaws at my throat.

What I know of you I’ve learned through osmosis,

those flickers of intimacy I’ve pulled like roots of teeth.

Every instinct urges flee but with your breath on my face

it is always too late.

One thing I know for sure,

you are skilled at breaking and entering.

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an unwinding

No longer a subtle nuance,
crumbling ashes expose me
bare to the outside world and within.
Only fire can make me whole, where is
the flame that burned like the sun?
These amorous teeth aching to bite
soothe the throb of a wounded tongue.
Conflicted eyes follow you through weeds
to cast my sword of roses,
sweet but with thorns and all the
hurt a life can hold.
Still I follow you into history
give you my drop of blood.

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We’re Back Party photographs…

Everyone was there and the best part was the poetry slam but Holly was too shy to recite so she just sat in the back snapping her fingers like the old days. ❤

Rethinking Life

Everyone had a wonderful time at the party.  The food was delicious and Holly and Resa’s contributions were greatly appreciated.  Holly gave the chicklets rides on her Harley and they will be talking about that for a very long time.

A tiny pony also gave some of the chicklets rides and the goats were busy taking guests to the Rubber Duck Pond.  There was dancing and chirping and the hatchlings did beautifully on their first time out.  Their poems were lovely and everyone peeped loudly.

The two bats, who arrived as guests, asked if they could live at The Coop.  The answer was yes and everyone was very excited about that.    No one is ever turned away from The Coop.

Today, after breakfast and clean up, the Chicklets will be getting ready for the Big Halloween Party.  Costumes are being made and new games are in the making, as…

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Journals

In the whir  of time I reach back

into a vast universe of memories

to recapture the light held captive,

to bring  it forward like a  tiny globe

of fire reflected in the irides of my eyes

or an ocean storming in my palm.

Escaping  life we draped our nights in   promises

breathed them silky as softly burning psalm.

Your  memoir is imprinted  on my heart,

one gentle sway and suddenly I remember.

 

art by Billy Knight

 

 

 

 

 

Chartreux

House of Heart

Your eyes are Himalayan  blue,

they mutate from sparkling stars to the silver

of a cold planet.

With indifference you defeat me

until I am nothing more than an empty

vessel sailed  away to write love letters

on the wings  of  distant angels.

When your  nights are long

you may find me in the brush of a

homeless Chartreux winding about your

feet or in the sunflower eyes  of a girl

passing by.

 

Vincent Van Gogh

 

 

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Resa and the Rock Star

Remember back when you were a rock star

and I was a hippie angel?

How comfortable we were with  our

heart  and souls bared.

Do you remember now that you are so far

away that night in Eden when  you came to me

and I came to you and the rest of the world

slipped away?

We held on to one another,  made love and cried

decided never to speak of how every time

the lights went out you rushed to me,

so tender, coming and going.

Young and in love, we named that month Sextember,

yes, it still matters to me.

Do you remember our anguished goodbye?

Neither do I.

 

Resa and the Rock Star

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