with nothing to do
my eyes fixed on your picture
I think and wonder
about the hands that made you
idling with your eyes and lips
humbug
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with nothing to do
my eyes fixed on your picture
I think and wonder
about the hands that made you
idling with your eyes and lips
humbug
vipers, in human
attire, are attuned to prey's
emotional heat;
while a moth shyly lies,
disguised as its' protector.
Janus
do you
have a watchman
deputed at your door?
somebody can break in and steal
your figs
'Epimetheus'
good one, mazHur.
Epimethius
Provoked Pandora-Do not-
Please!- open this box!
In the bleak thereafter
Was left a glimmer of hope.
fireflies
thanks, Qimiss.
rather than
be a burning
sun or a moody moon
be a harbinger of mild glow
in dark
mosquitoes
that's a cinquain!
miniscule buzzing
thickly echoes in the folds
beyond dark-lighted
eyesight, mysterious sound
and itches before they bite
your favorite dwarf
sorry, it all got mixed up ! lol
sour demeanor
and gruff exterior hide
the true dimensions
of your Grumpy little heart;
shattered at Snow White's demise.
tangled sheets
Squeezed old rags, or the
tangle of tendons; off-white
cotton scent of you -
depressed, impressions linger
unmade: a slatternly space.
butterflies
gossamer prisms
that float on Spring's breath and kiss
every flower they pass.
beauty and fragility;
fleeting...they are so fleeting.
a long walk in the rain
the soft rain thrumming
pelting my face with fairy
fists-my spirit drinks
the moon a benediction,
I walk amidst the singing
a revelation
Tingling strips of thought
are strung together in songs
for symphony strings,
pipes, and reeds to weave clear notes
to always expectant ears.
a lost item afloat on waves
I know its somewhere
Surfacing light-reflecting,
Buoyantly direct
Yet non-existent, like dreams,
Pointing to creative ways
Surprising illuminations of the routinely mundane
a circle in light,
treading uphill each morning
with tranquil green trees
a path grown steadily worn,
course through which our thoughts open
a cathedral