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only the sky is permanent
Life is a bipolar illness of the mind, I think.
The pendulum swings, emotions
to-ing and fro-ing on my heart dangling
from free-floating clouds,
stormy weather riding the heart-line,
the life-line shifts
from every direction,
but my director takes no hostages, pins no
awards for lifetime achievements or indiscretionary
wardrobe malfunctions
(it's all about the wardrobe and the make-up, eh?)
sooner rather than later
the cameraman yells "Cut!"
and most of the take is unedited
and comes with no solutions
but the science and the art that is a still-life
of the prodigal's daughter
takes one last bow,
the sky is an upside-down ocean which I swim,
crossing no finish line,
falling to the earth below.
I land with both feet on the ground, ashes already
swirling in space, little incendiary thoughts lighting
poems like red sails glowing in a reflection
without leaf or grass-blades of memory.
Say goodnight, Gracie. I dunt thin' so Lucee.
Not yet. Not yet. We'll meet again.
Comments
magics02
Mon, 2011-09-19 11:50
Pause to reflect on words here..
Loveable and likeable.. the parable of Anna. I really like where your mind and writing took me this morning and especially enjoyed these lines enclosed:
the sky is an upside-down ocean which I swim,
crossing no finish line,
falling to the earth below.
Great stuff my writing friend.. great stuff
Love to you
Mona