Wild child
cavorts in the sky
joyful game of hide and seek
***
My most favorite pillow
travels with me far and wide
it's fluffy interior life
fits my head perfectly
adjusts itself to the shape
of my often aching neck
no other pillow would do
inside of it's heart nestles
a small sachet of lavender
scrunching my pillow causes
it to release dreamy clouds
of fragrant relaxing bliss
cradling me through both
good dreams and bad alike
it's my portal to home
even when I far far away
across the deepest dark ocean
it tethers me connects me
to these now more familiar shores
***
There is another special pillow in my life
filled with flaxseed and lavender
heated in the microwave for a few minutes
it soon emits a subtle tasty scent
along with warm cozy waves of heat
perfect for those cold winter nights
when frozen icicle toes yearn for
it's cozy shape tucked under the cover
one can almost hear them sigh
as they snuggle deep into it's warm heart
their own portal to warm and toasty bliss
assuring me of a sound night's sleep as well
***
High up in an azure sky
icy lace veils drift
shape shifting draperies
embroidered in angels
sometimes demons then strange
wondrous mystic creatures
while down below on earth
heat shimmers over distant
golden hills spring's verdant
splendour now just a cool memory
Looking at a bee's behind
peacefully loading her tank
no need to fear her sting
bees swarm small Tilia
night time scent intoxicates
Isn't she just perfect
in her imperfection
that lush velvety skirt
Some days seem like dark caves
where hope grows dim
even in a writer's heart
words suddenly fail us
refusing to spill forth
sometimes our fellow
writers can be that much
needed guiding light
their insight and support
shining a bright light
into that dark cave until
vague ideas are illuminated
ready to emerge out into the sun
***
LAP OF LUXURY
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Maybe it's that too many
live in the lap of luxury
therefore finding it easy
to push aside thoughts of
all the wrongs in our world
because after all these
aren't their people are they
these are the "OTHER"
those brown ones those illegal
"criminal" ones trying to take
away....what exactly or do
they even know maybe they are
just repeating talking points
pounded into their heads
by propaganda media sources
fearing that "THEY" are coming
for our full laps already filled
with plenty asking for just
some crumbs from our full tables
and laps some compassion while
just trying to save their children
and themselves from suffering
possibly even certain death
while we too are blessed with
much somehow thinking of those
with so little fleeing for
their lives sits heavy on our
souls and that's how it should be
after all we should be outraged
we should feel shame as children
are torn from their parents arms
their punishment for seeking safety
He was our special boy
gone too long now
King Tut was his name
he came to us from a rather
unsuitable uncaring place
to rest in the lap of luxury
enriching our lives with
his loving charming personality
he danced the Mambo his
whole body alive with wiggling joy
our forever Mambo King still lives
on in our hearts how could we forget
even thinking of him now makes me smile
Delicate
vanilla custard
stars piled high
humming bees gather nectar
PRIVET
Abstract shadow play
created by the rising sun
Solstice morning
Red hot and golden
Firedrake blazing in the heat
Solstice Blessings
Oh tell me...how do we turn the tide
of tension and division
how can we change the hateful dialog
Oh tell me...how do we turn the tide
of brother hating brother
of sisters even friends battling
Oh tell me...how do we turn the tide
against those who care not
those who sold their souls without shame
Oh tell me...how do we turn the tide
remembering how it should be
all of us united standing together as one
Luna sweeps onto the stage
wearing heavenly lace
lush black filigree on ecru
why do I never grow tired of
capturing and writing about her...don't you?
If you look at Luna
long enough
she seems alive
almost as if breathing
you probably think I am a Lunatic
