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 May 2023 Eloisa
guy scutellaro
the night is still
the snowflakes spiral down
in a slow waltz

she dreams of me dead

yes
I going to make
a few changes
in my life

i'm going to
run
run
run
and

i'm going to steal
a white horse
thunder in her hooves
and lanterns for eyes
and a heart of sand
and gallop
past the glue sniffers and junkies
through 9 to 5 prison
through the steel and concrete maze
past the grass needs cutting
the garden fence
and rotting cherry tomatoes
past the paying of overdue bills
the chicken deep fried

O, that wild horse!

we will make that run
like 2 shadows chased by light
and into the drift of stars
we'll fly

Oh, that beautiful horse!

no more sad songs

some people feel free
sitting in a tree with shotgun
killing a deer
a marriage
or themselves
some people think they are free
staring into the black sun


my love looks at me with ghost eyes
and dreams a shallow grave

on a mountain crest
my body chopped

and mixed with grain

no headstone

she dreams of me dead
                                                        
"roll over, dear,"
i whisper,
"please, turn off the light."
 May 2023 Eloisa
Mark Toney
Sand Bar
 May 2023 Eloisa
Mark Toney
St Simons Island, Georgia USA
East Beach, 12/4/2011

"Your focus determines your reality." —Qui-Gon Jinn


Witnessing an
amazing low-tide
phenomenon,
as if a walkway to
a parallel world
has suddenly appeared,
extending one-half mile
from East Beach
out to sea

People are slowly
gathering, walking, stopping,
stooping, staring in silence,
speaking softly—
I'm as eager
as Simon Peter
to join them, yet
somewhat afraid of
walking where
there has been
only seawater
minutes before—
Chattering dolphins
beckoning in the distance
instill confidence

So I join them,
stepping from the
beach onto the
other-worldly terrain,
first 42 steps confirming
we are not alone!
Surrounded by
a menagerie of
sand *****, clams,
beach flea amphipods,
sea roach isopods,
ghost, hermit, and
fiddler *****, even
cannonball jellyfish—
shades of the
Mos Eisley Cantina
on Tatooine
in miniature

But beware of
semidiurnal
tidal cycles—
Twice a day
at high tide
the sea, like an
unstable vortex
of a Chappa'ai,
consumes the
phenomenon,
even the beach itself
to the edge of
the dune


"The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience." —Frank Herbert

"So long and thanks for all the fish!" —Farewell message from exiting dolphins, translated by Douglas Adams



Mark Toney ©️ 2023
5/21/2023 - Poetry Form: Free Verse - ‘The Georgia coast is geographically the westernmost point of any Atlantic coast region, and part of the area known as the South Atlantic Bight, the coastline that curves from Cape Hatteras, NC to Cape Canaveral, FL.  St. Simons and Jekyll Islands are at the inward-most point of the South Atlantic Bight and thus experience the most severe tidal ranges of 6 to 9 feet. The Atlantic Ocean's tidal range, miles offshore, is just 2 to 3 feet.' —National Park Service | Fort Pulaski (nps.gov/fopu/learn/nature/hydrology.htm)
tapering off into dots repeated

the fall is abrupt and possibly dramatic
At dawn of day
I peep between the  shutters of my petals
To see the light of early sunrise
What an enthralling world view
Through the curtain of mist
I see colors so startling
Charmed to just be
this rose in the making
What color will I be?
I don’t know…..
Who will fall in love with me.
Will my petals fall one by one
for the one who will treasure me
will I crown the newborn
celebrate birthdays
Or just a Valentine.
I don’t know and I don’t care
I’m here to be
for you.

Humans are like roses,
delicate
unique
in their own way
In need of love and care.



Shell ✨🐚
 May 2023 Eloisa
Edmund black
It was like
Yesterday
A century ago
For better or worse
lost in a dream
All sounds suddenly faded
Solitude embraced
Like the waves
from Hokusai painting
A moment of illusory feeling
Second felt like a year
A minute like a lifetime
A lifetime like eternity
Its bittersweet taste dance and sing
around my mind for a while
I guess until it does what it comes to do
I swear insanity never felt so good
separate me from the chaos in my head
Can’t scream must kept perfectly quiet
Or you might wake up the beast in the dark
The silence calls for the mystery
The mystery fed the wonder
And I always like to be fed plenty
Until sanity leads me back to myself
And filled my soul with the happiness
That It seems to craved
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