Wave
In
New
Mexico,
Life
Suspended
In
The
Glow
Of
Rampant
Illness
Lurking
Without,
Like
A
Silent
Shout.
Hard
To
Keep
Going
At
A
Crawl,
Pushing
Plans
Ahead
Of
It
All,
Stuck
In
Summer’s
Thrall.
Heat
Wave In New Mexico, Life Suspended In The Glow Of Rampant Illness Lurking Without, Like A Silent Shout. Hard To Keep Going At A Crawl, Pushing Plans Ahead Of It All, Stuck In Summer’s Thrall.
0 Comments
When
I Started Out In The Art Game, My Aim Was To Say, Any Way I Could, What It Felt Like To Be Me, Woman Number One, Easy To See. Time And My Mistakes, Imaginings, And Various Emotional Quakes Were Not Enough To Shake My Vision, And Every Decision Made My Ideas Actual, And Honey, That’s Factual. Sailing
Today On The Kitchen Ship, To Clean Up Every Smudge And Drip. The Stove Has Gained An Oily Sheen, And In The Micro Is Something Green. I Must Confess Disorder And A General Mess Don’t Trouble Me As Once They Did. I Would Cheerfully Be Rid Of The Mundane Chore, Which Long Ago Became A Bore, But Dinner Looms And I’ll Return, To Roast Some Morsel I May Burn. Sad To Say, Every Task I Did Today Will Tonight, Be Wiped Away. You
Have Your Gods And I Have Mine, But Everybody Likes A Shrine. Just Choose A Likely Place, Make It A Sacred Space, Erect A Shape, Stand Back And Gape. Look Long Enough, And Find A Face, Arms Open Wide, Before A Gate To The Great Divide, Where Ancient Spirits Hide. Come Right On In, And Erase Your Human Sin. Laughter
Over Tea, Sunlight Piercing The Blue Night. Chaos Is All Around, But I Have This Patch Of Ground, And Cherish The Blooms Unfurled, A Precious Garden Between Me And The World. |
AuthorJeanette Collins Archives
March 2024
|