Spirals swirl pink, purple hues under pepper glaze within a mug made of Carolina clay formed by dinosaur bones, fish heads, castaway bouquets of crepe myrtle dreams bobbing bright on a breeze that led me to you
a venture from which nothing but trouble could ensue for love makes me a servant to whim and folly. Reason waves farewell and takes the first trolley to some make-believe land where events make sense leaves me stranded and helpless to master romance.
My mind once a goat in full command could guide my heart without reprimand but like a sheep led docile to slaughter by love’s hand to death, I submit like Isaac, a devoted daughter. My good shepherd where have you gone? What is to become of my heart so undone?
I fail to find meaning in day-to-day scheming mundane murmurs, duties professional seeming. Untethered from love, my soul departs these shores determined to escape and feel nothing more but the cold wind of logic and rational thought on the open sea where the sun’s gold gleams not.
Dark tides swell, swallow in briny delectation meaningless words, gull cackles of conversation on shore car wheels spin, chrome shines though speeding innovation dulls not the fangs of time.
Silence beckons my inner confusion stops the mockery of my forlorn delusion my heart numbed clean of hope and wonder, joy and pain no music but thunder, no laughter but rain beneath a warm blanket of earth my comfort at last sustained.