I was brilig in my slothy
days,
My combs dangled in the
fullness of ⁷time.

No particular fell but
were crushed.

I murmured to the sky's
yellow parts, home
of the slippery
curved words.

I walked the gel of
yesterday until &
therefore the ,,,,

Last lost number
was my age

A ziggy
On our

Love's shipped

trembling tune.

We

Kissed in the
fullness
and in the
ripeness

Of God's

Embrace.


Caroline Shank
MARCH 18, 20÷

What is the sound of one
Love tearing, the sound of
one heart breaking?

The song of love lies
crying
into the wrinkle of sheets.

Sing with me!
songs in the fire,
sparks of crackle and sprawl
Crawl
to you,
~~.to the fields where
dreams are
children. Our

Oyʻoozed
monument

Pleas to God for

Yesterday


Caroline Shank
3.16.2025


..

Look Around

The sky is melting  not falling
as has been

mentioned earlier.
Your notes are Incomplete.

Tomorrow the Ether will roll
out a tapestry of your life..
The colors are[

posies of opinions like chameleons

peering

into adolescent
Misunderstanding

standing In a corn field
looking around

Find a body and your
touch can

Spread the stain of

Un
Opinions applied with a
gravelled voice.

Shout  back…

“Blow it out your ***.”


Caroline Shank
March, 14, 2019

It's early morning and I
spend this time of colors
brightening and sounds
resonating.

Of plans still shaking
off the dew which overnight
brought life to tomorrow.

You are
kisses reflected on my
waiting tears. With hugs
waiting in my arms

for you.

The Pleasure of this are the
moment radicalized.  I
will never let you go.

Parades of Angels
pass over me.  Send
your music.
.
Test me not too long
alone  Beauty is
Loves indulgence.
Time is

Layers against
Our bodies, warm with

Each other

Rainbowed


Caroline Shank
March 8  2025
..

'There is, at midnight, a swoosh,
a backward sound
unheard at 6 o'clock.
Time licks the moment,
the bells, the knock on
tomorrow.  

We amaze
as dawn asks for its
audience and our last
guesses fade into
today.  

Nascent trails
of memories rise and
fall

into the rescue mission
the sunlight brings on
feet of clod.

It will be a day of reaching
into the pocket of love
newly incarnate.  

You
receive me.

Caroline Shank
March 3, 2025

.C.'Blue is not my favorite
color.

Circles of sapphire
worn by /
11/lonely

women

Whose husband's memory
Failed with
yesterday's
sports scores.

Break my heart  with temptation.


I will love you no matter
what .


Caroline Shank
March 2. 2025

It's the wanting you  
The wanting your mornings, and days each wi t h their
own nights .  The Syllables
of weeks each a territory
whose river's song, the blues
of which I lay me down
now to pray for tonight's voyage


Caroline Shank
February 24  2025