Poems-and-Portraits

Grand crayon daydream coloring chaos. Dry scapegoat landscape in an empty herd bottleneck effect. Charge the villagers pennies, wine, and cotton candy as communal giving to witness as one disgruntled red handed villain picks apart my ribs. At full harvest moon I heard the vultures will be circling, purging on my hung caress by high noon. Second coming tsunami Kraken shedding tears. I was up all night, with a bruised chest and rusty nails, boarding up my bedroom window to block the storm coming from my nightmare.

She gathers her skirts- Proceeds into the darkness- She straightens her skirts- Light floods the small room- Her lantern shining the way- She searches around- A pretty tight fit- She is mindful of her head- Boxes all about- She watches her step- A trunk sits off to the side- She turns the brass key- Peers over the rim- Nestled inside,memories- Shawls,books and trinkets- Her special treasures- Her light reflects off of a jewel- Her favorite broach- Time doesn't stand still- She uncovers the old mirror- She pins on the broach- She feels a bit odd- The room shifts under her feet- She sits down quickly- She closes her eyes- She feels a little bet

Her voice, her eyes, The color of skies, Leave me without words. The way she looks, While reading my books, Allows her beauty to pour. How long I've waited, My love is dated, For notice to fall my way. Her name is known, But often ignored, She carries us every day. We're all but one, Born from a sun, Deserving minimal attention. But her love fills all, The short, the tall, Mother Earth gives us protection. For millions of years, She's seen our tears, And wept for everyone. But she loves and cares, And she grows our pears, And she laughs when we have fun.