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scared, scarred, learning to grow

I talked to you

You're going to be okay, hon. Love you, Chirpy.

but I'm just a silly goose.
and
geese don't chirp.

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Let us be refined in fire
Bound with rings
of platinum wire

Ne'er golden sting twixt
thee and me
Sealed for all eternity

9/6/2013

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

a cafe night
alone
no phone
unknown
gathering thoughts
in a coffee cup
til grounded


(painting by Edward Hopper)

He meddles in the morning
and he meddles through the night,
when he sees a poem posted
he meddles with delight.
The urge is irresistible,
he cannot hold it in,
he has to just rewrite it
though he knows it is a sin.
But what is he to do
when he reads a verse by you,
aching to be meddled with
to make it something new:
“You didn’t understand it,”
the plaintive cries ignored,
of course he understood it
but it needs to be reforged.
So by the fires of Mordor
the poet Sauron scribbles,
his ring of power glowing bright
beside a plate of nibbles:
fuelled by I/V coffee
and lots of cigarettes,
he’s meddling with purpose now,
unburdened with regrets.

(Written over three years ago when my avatar was something else, but I was wearing the ring ;))

pretty lady
they say pink
is frilly
encourages witty
to turn silly
for the sake of
kitty
but red is
parody
to a sky that
swim to
eclipse of sun
to look its fervent
fun
painter have it
run
to encourage
and stun
it is lovely how it won

Beers?
Cheers!