The last time, a flood.Locked her up after that.Been waiting forfear to subside. For tides to wash awaythe bones, the deathI cooked from crushed heartsbleached of passion. That light just feels, feelstoo bright, too strong,a scorching wavefor a desert shore. But I haven’t looked,not since then;where’s the key?Ah, in her pocket. All that time, aeons […]
Looking Glass Country
Alice, today, throughlooking glass, darkly. Vision of you, there,back of branches, lightly. Running toward that,swiftly moving away. Forest closes in,or maybe expands. Yearning leaves streakson veins of old kisses. Bowed and turned,soul whispers reflection. Feel a light embracefrom behind the mirror. ©2011 Joanne Sprott
Forgiveness
The longer I live,the more I give.The more I forgive,the happier I live. A longevity of giving;a giving for-ness of living.A love remembered;a mistake forgotten. Why loss in life?Why will to live?Why, this meanslife is to forgive. Loss is the deal.Meditate on memory.Fill in with love.Nowhere else to bewhen life is a flood. © 2012 […]