you can’t force moments you can’t guide love into a crisis some stories are easier when they come from you but more difficult to tell Do I dare? You ask knowing this question is neurotic in itself
Category: Miscellaneous
Hour 21
Heart under fire Am I ready for this yet? I will take the chance
Sleep Deprived Defiance, Hour 20
No No, I will not read T.S. Eliot Nor submit to revisiting the age old themes Of all the classics Drives me batshit A path well worn means safer travels Means more traffic, More regulation More stupid people in the way… I’m too impatient Give…
Hour 20 – Mermaids
Mermaids From the line by T. S. Elliot in The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock I do not think that they will sing to me, these creatures of desire and love. Songs of the deep are meant for other ears in other lands, or…
Last Dance
Last dance (Let us go then, you and I; Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot) Let us go then, you and I, Where slender legs meet the floor And you teach me and I teach you The dance that elves know Among…
20 – Crow Secrets
Crows whispering in my ear, “Please don’t forget us when you go home… and don’t forget the trains out there in Wyoming. Remember how you loved the trains coming through every day, and the snow. Try to remember the snow, and our silhouettes across the…
20
And were I vain, the least bit wary, of donning, thus, my wig— Of scarves fastened fashionably with haphazard pins, I’d have Eliot write for me, a t-shirt, and this is how it would begin— They will say: ‘How his hair is growing thin!
Under His Wings (Poem #20)
Hope Faith Two words that many people misunderstand Yet because I know where my hope lies And because I know where my faith lies My life is good I have faith that God will do as He says He will He will fulfill His promises…
Prompt #19 Heightened Sensitivity – A Collaboration with Numb -Prompt #4
Prompt #4 Numb Prompt #4 Numb Posted on June 22, 2019 12:24pm EDT by janiceraquelamendonca image by poetry marathon Dead from the inside I am numb. A complete shut down unresponsive to the external. Immovable, life wasting away. Tired eyes and hungry heart all dead in a row….
On life(credits:T S Eliot’s “The Love Song of J.Alfred Oru frock”)
Let us go and make our visit to the magic world, where angels come out from formless stones. Oh,do not ask,”What is it?” We can go up and down, Talking of Michelangelo. No doubt you will forget, to blink your eyes, I know them all,…