Feelings

feelings become marbles
traverse on convoluted paths
the source lies not
in their path

Girl, you’ll be a woman soon

(@Vladimir Mukhin, click to view gallery.)

Girl child, listen to your mama

Listen to your daddy

You might scream and shout

But more often than not they know

What they’re talking about

Because once upon a time

They were where you are

Young, new, untried and not yet at your prime

*

Girl you’ll be a woman soon

The slick black crows

will be circling you from all sides

The world outside is a wonderful place

But like every garden, it has its snakes

Girl, you’ll be a woman soon

(Albert Lynch (Peruvian artist, 1851-1912) A Young Woman. Via Pinterest, click to see)

Girl child, listen to your mama

Listen to your daddy

You might scream and shout

But more often than not they know

What they’re talking about

Because once upon a time

They were where you are

Young, new, untried and not yet at your prime

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Nerves twist and flick
Rabid snakes thrashing
Filling my cavernous gut
Hopefully beating
Beams softly from my heart

Great Unfortune

Here I am, minding my own business,

Soaking in the memories that diffuse

From the treasures I collect and find new homes for

I am content in my dusty little haven

Surrounded by vintage lamps and family pride

In my modest little antique shop

But in the midst of life

Tragedy strikes with its unerring blows

That cripples one with such a force

All I can to is but to fall to my knees and  gaze on

As the inferno licks the facade

Of my sweat and blood

*

Me, Medusa

 

I wallow and wait

in my desolate cave

awaiting my fate,

beauty’s slave.

Me, Medusa

with hair made of snakes.