A paradox in itself
But then I saw her there across
the room
through flocks and flocks of 'beautiful'
silly seagulls --
              frivolously flocking,
                                            pecking at
the shiniest trash that flutters by
Only to swallow
pass
flock, peck again
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She intrigued my mind
   through
the eye I saw her beak was flat                                y
no craning,
                  crooning neck                                   l
                                           and could not f
for she had no wings
... maybe we do not care to fly!
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Like the Red Sea
She-Moses split through the flock
to me,
beakless
surrounded by chronically cocking faces
all but one,
                                                            ­          all alone
She had been                                                     too
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Now next to me
                                                              ­                                        No wandering eye could care
in soundless conversation
proclaimed we
                       are together
as one we surely gleamed as gold
too bright for gulls to see
              ...Mastur-consolation?
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And so it's true
we were                   alone
                               together
perfect paradoxical bliss

Why did you have to
Take their lives from all of them?
Sweetly, rest in peace.

*~Marian~

Pitter-patter drip,
I hear the rain on my roof,
Singing me to sleep.

How very pretty,
I just love the pretty sound,
I just love the rain!!

Don't you love it too?
I just love it's lullaby,
Singing me to sleep.

*~Marian~

Bygone days of yore,
Mem'ries fade into my mind,
From golden years passed!*

*~Marian~

Lavender rose, thy petals broken,
So hap'ly crushed beneath careless feet.
Damask perfume breathes melody sweet
From thy bruised heart a weeping token.

Upon thoughts so drear my spirit dwells,
Shaken with guilt and hopeless despair;
Mourning to know harsh words and grim cares
Break cherished ones to death's angry knells.

No more able to shout defiance
Of their wild laughter or moods forlorn
When once from our grasp the rose be torn,
Instead of clamour - empty silence.

**~Hilda~

take a rest
lay down and
feel the glow of
my body upon
your body
it is like nothing I've felt
before
and
your breath
warring my breath
and
your smile
mirrors
mine
i don't think you know quite
the joy of
the glow of
my body
upon
yours.