Puttering, Muttering
7:00 am-ish,
House creaking,
Motors rumbling,
In the kitchen,
Woman puttering.
In bed,
Undercovering,
Blanket clutching,
Zodiacs singing,
"Stay, just a little bit longer,
Your daddy won't mind,"
Me, agreeing, totally.
Body on/off dozing,
Visions glimpses, recalling,
Mind softly muttering,
*Who was that earlier,
Waking, walking in the dark,
In the hallway corridors of art,
Fingers caressing the paintings sensually?*
T'was, you fool, night walking!
Eager for the Ephemeral,
The ectasy chance of embracing disaster,
Then, recording same in word wit,
In a desperate attempt,
Inspiration, to give and get!
Should our paths embrace,
In hallways, real or otherwise,
Play with me, take my hand,
Join me in my muttering,
Upon me do your puttering,
Together, we will conjure
From the mundane, from the beauty,
From knowing the unknown,
Something artistic.
But first, coffee.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
Puttering, Muttering
7:00 am-ish,
House creaking,
Motors rumbling,
In the kitchen,
Woman puttering.
In bed,
Undercovering,
Blanket clutching,
Zodiacs singing,
"Stay, just a little bit longer,
Your daddy won't mind,"
Me, agreeing, totally.
Body on/off dozing,
Visions glimpses, recalling,
Mind softly muttering,
*Who was that earlier,
Waking, walking in the dark,
In the hallway corridors of art,
Fingers caressing the paintings sensually?*
T'was, you fool, night walking!
Eager for the Ephemeral,
The ectasy chance of embracing disaster,
Then, recording same in word wit,
In a desperate attempt,
Inspiration, to give and get!
Should our paths embrace,
In hallways, real or otherwise,
Play with me, take my hand,
Join me in my muttering,
Upon me do your puttering,
Together, we will conjure
From the mundane, from the beauty,
From knowing the unknown,
Something artistic.
But first, coffee.
Writ 6/3/12; tinkered with 6/19/13
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