Lovelorn Poet in Eugene, OR: Queen Of Crows V

Queen of Crows V

Queen of Crows V

(yes, they’re for you)
Souls crush
In troubled minuets
With happy flukes of memory
All told
In spiraled nuance
A trail of broken sentences
With form to cull
We live in the lull
Storm swept our life’s raft to parts unknown
An island breached
With verve we preached
Of secrets and quiet smiles
A chance to seek
A perch, a creek
Shelter’s a trick we learned
From none

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconAll told
We live in the lull
with happy flukes of memory
Of secrets and quiet smiles
From none

Lovelorn Poet in Boulder, CO: Alligator Moon Wanes

Alligator Moon by Hank Connor

Alligator Moon by Hank Connor

The alligator moon
The last of the summer moon
Bright as can be
Waning behind the clouds
Peeking

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Icon Native peoples the world over have given various names to the full moons which arrive every month: Harvest Moon, Pink Moon, Hunter’s moon, Snow Moon… However, when it comes to “alligator moon” the most popular reference is to the never-officially-released recording by Robert Hunter of the Grateful Dead back in 1978. Like all things Grateful, for this moon, summer never fully wanes despite the passing of time.

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Tomorrow’s Dreams

beatboxbliss

mindgallery

Hidden promises buried in the devouring darkness
that now blankets the soft fragile seeds
of tomorrow’s dreams

Memory wounds wrapped in soft encasements
meant to protect my mind from
the solo act of
writing

Sentences that start to rise towards the heavenly
skies and into the orange pink blue
because somehow I knew
the sky lives

forever

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Icon There’s something beautifully comforting and peaceful about the orange jellyfish in turquoise water image that Brooklyn poet Lee Taylor uses in many of his missed connections poems. Is it the pleasant memory of weightlessness and warmth enveloping the body that relaxes our nervous system? The sensation of gradually sinking into water, when experienced without fear, can create a peaceful state unlike any other…

Lovelorn Poet in Eugene, OR: Queen of Crows II

Queen of Crows II

Queen of Crows II

Time held
My heart helpless
Between love and serpentine thought
Come undone
Dreams were given
Tasted in mind’s light

To lose the way
Seems tawdry and strange
What’s feared cannot be hidden, forms fleeting ‘neath the ice
Truth be gold
Tongue shapes a plea
Drives down within cold night

Burn bright
My gentle soul
Your ocean’s clear as glass
And above
Fire’s light aglow
Skies twist, but all is right

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconHere’s another in the Queen of Crows series that recently appeared on the Eugene, OR feed. I’m finding the artwork that accompanies the poems to be particularly fascinating – and this one, about the crow and a beet, especially. Trying to locate the original source of images is even more difficult than written words (at least Google can help there), so unless otherwise indicated, I try to believe they’re personal creations of the writer.

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Linguistic Fusion

Hot Sauce by Coal Dubya

Hot Sauce by Coal Dubya

We’ve packed up the crock pot and stock pot
along with our nightly meals of
red swedish candy fish
flavored dreams

We’re using only homeopathic medication
meditation and masturbation to soothe
our tight tired

muscles

Thank you for all your kind letters
and support over the

years

We’ve left a note attached to the refrigerator
affixed with a magnet, in case you
need to get in

touch

We’re off to a place where every table
has a bottle of hot

sauce

If you can handle it use it, a few
shakes will take you

places

 

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Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconHere’s a thought for the weekend: if you were to leave your home forever, where would you go and what would you take along? Would you leave a note? Who would it be for? What would it say? Just because you leave a place forever doesn’t mean you wouldn’t want to remember and be remembered somehow, someway.