speculum
to Me
speaks:
“I
… Am”
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speculum
to Me
speaks:
“I
… Am”
Tag Archives: Poetry
speculum
A Word from Mother
some nights
I speak in the tongues
of thunder
of lightning
of boiling rock
and lash fear
into the beholders
but in th’ end
the rest
who live upon Me
Me—their hallow’d Earth
will be overjoy’d
for I am still
Alive
Cairn (from the Time Capsule)
heap of asteroids
sign for galactic hikers
on versant orbit
Golden Routine
always
as if for the last time
her daily stroll she takes
to admire the beauty
speaking to her
which never gets old
unlike her own life
now crown’d with gray hair
and cheerful reflections
that sometimes lower her spirits
still
her heart blows a kiss
and smiles farewell
till the next tomorrow
Dreamcatcher
Fishgathering
inside Cauldron
of Reverie
Visions
some replay’d
in exact morsel
but briefly
at times
‘twixt months
e’en years
blown There
all Dreamers’ senses
in black and white
sometimes color
into feeling…
… Really There
till Sleep
thy breath
be lost
(Dreamcatcher craft by my neighbor, Etti)
Stardust
Sun
heavy
sows
into vacuous Night
Stone
burdensome
melts
from scalding Womb
romances
first thalassic Beauty
Twig
tearful
respires
to herd
with Trees
of a Leaf
and soon
are We
From the Crow’s Nest
be embrac’d my sight
by convergence
of Heaven’s tidal wave
as the rest of myself
anticipates a steeping
ethereal uncertainty
of certain elation
loujen haxm'Yor 