#dedications
Behind the days bluish glow
I know you're there
I wait for sunset and while away
Until the midnight hour
Where your breath speaks to my soul
Where constellations twinkle
in sequence spelling out your secret name
And as I rise weightless
Leaving the old leaden sheath behind
The cosmos suddenly opens
A stream of concious light
Interconnected highways and byways
And the game of tip chase begins
Are you amongst the stars?
Are those your soul prints amongst the quasars?
I search for you,
With all the excitement
Of innocent eyes devouring the wonders
but you still remain for my efforts unseen...
Sep 3, 2021
Sep 3, 2021 at 5:51 AM UTC
~ ❀ ✾ ❀ ~
My heart will bloom like a lotus
under the summer sun
My petals kissed by passion flames
a languid breeze strokes my lips
The mouth to my heart opens from
mud waters as a crown in light
~ ❀ ✾ ❀ ~
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
Here comes the sun in all its glory
tracing the hemisphere in its slow
rise over rubble, but first the tallest
steel and concrete dedications to
the lives living high while their
green shadow casts below over
the desecrated. I see bright night light
shining blue. I see wide, wild light
only high noon. Morning, all day
veins are caving under the rubble
under the tallest.
Here comes the nasty truth, suited
in belts clasped with wealth for
well being, beating the lies with
a dollar sign, until the ugliness
of the first story presses like
meat into the underneath, under
the detritus concealing lives in
the dirt with the needles.
I see bright night light shining blue
in the park restrooms. I see wide, wild
light only high noon from the under-bridge,
waiting for trains to come crush.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
I have a blue blanket, it looks corduroy but it's synthetic polynesian cotton.
Considered by some to be polyester. After the ninth year of ownership I started
Telling house guests it had always been mine; but secretly knowing it came from my
Ex Kristina who left it with some of her other things in 2005 in my grand deluxe Evanston
Apartment. In like some really awesome way, I could fold the corners together to see little blocks
Of the Universe form cubes in the fourth dimension and gain a better understanding of my own
Little black shmata. Top drawer, white dresser, in the back with the leftover girlfriend underwear between
My first ever stuffed animal dog/rabbit.
Amazing how these thinned and frayed azure threads had held so many midnight conversations Together- maybe fifteen other girls had nuzzled with Kristina's blanket. Last year the guilt set in. You Watch a girlfriend, say, ratchet through your room naked for something soft to put over her to listen to
Some half-stanza from the new Yeats critical and that, do-I-tell-her feeling comes over you. Blue Polyester really had a way with women. My last serious crush, the one of six months, the one from the place that was close to where I worked six days a week, would you believe, she had not interest in that heap of thread, under my pillows spying on us sleep for twenty-four long weeks.
"Drop in the bucket" the sixty-year-olds say. I say, bring me my ******* fourth dimension blocks and cubes ************ I want to visit the existential, I want to experience the hoo-ra and Ga-Ga those kids throw around on Milwaukee waiting for $150 NBA slippers.
Wednesday is my day for telling the truth.
2:00p.m. sitting in the front of her alizarin El Dorado.
"I have something I have to tell you," I said, my mouth practically filled with marbles as I barely could Utter the words: it's not going to work out.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC
A very sweet girl
A new friend of mine
One I do hold dear
She loves pets too
Wrote a heartwarming poem
For me and Lady Jane
So we three are good friends
A group of girls
Merry laughter and happy giggles
Sound across the air
And fade in the distance
Mixing with the song of a violin
Such a lovely symphony
I am playing for her
Hoping against hope
It makes her smile
~Marian~
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
We're cuddled up together
Your paw clings to my arm
Nails ejecting cling to my arm
"Stay with me, please"
She seems to beg
Eyes of gold look into my blue eyes
And I hurriedly let her have her way
Purring beside me
Keeping my arm warm
Leaning her head into
The warmth in the crook of my arm
She smiles her feline grin
And I gently kiss her furry head
You are like a little candle
Producing happiness and light
So curl up beside me
While I type my poetry
That I dedicate for you
Now and then stopping
Between typing words
To stroke your silky
Furry body, sweet Lady Jane
~Marian~
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
Lady Jane is sweet
Lady Jane is dear
I always like to whisper
Right into her little ear
Lady Jane is cute
Lady Jane is funny
Sometimes she'll come
And lay down on my tummy
My Lady Jane is a princess
My Lady Jane is a Queen
And her beauty even from
Great distances can be seen
My Lady Jane is a fairy
My Lady Jane is fair
And if look closely you can see
The wind blowing her silver hair
My Lady Jane will mew
My Lady Jane will purr
And in all the world
There's not another cat like her
~Marian~
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC