posted on January 15, 2015 at 10:19 pm
jaundiced singer

jaundiced singer

 

 

roses the smell of attar

statuettes of beautiful saints

a yacht appears on a painted horizon

tiny box containing heart

figurine of exalted god in pranayama

the delicate taste of the rain

the morning i will return again

the rivulet floods feeding the roots of an oak

bespoke reeds complete with a swan

a signet asleep in the cloak of the lake

 

 

 

12 Responses to “soothing balm”

  1. etta
    etta | 16 January 2015 at 12:22 am #

    Barm Reverse Halm

    L’asso Nance echoes and
    Sybil Lance stretches til they fade
    into the dust of Laurel Canyon,
    particles mattered
    in case of Jaundice
    and Jaundice
    when like a jewel with an insect trapped
    the honeyed singer
    took on the very aspect of the cat
    with jade eyes
    in shades from chantilly to
    chocolate caramel to ginger.

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    always@meetsdeadlines | 16 January 2015 at 8:04 am #

    If you don’t mind, I’ll close my eyes.

    Free ride.

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    . | 16 January 2015 at 9:14 am #

    purple signs from the invisible Norm
    illuminate my technology and keep me warm
    transcend the restrictions of religion and this orb
    give me happy goose bumps as I walk towards the bus
    carry my gentle spirit into reaches familiar and unknown
    help me remember what else is out there and what’s in store
    break the bonds of familiarity and rely more upon the Source
    follow my instincts and may I be immune from the intentional hurt
    don’t let religion put God in a box and continue to be a sensible voice
    strengthen my uplink with Heaven and let it communicate always first
    profess to others, close & far, there is no single way to heaven’s door
    let ’em know that each path is essential despite each individual course

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    kell | 16 January 2015 at 12:44 pm #

    Ahahhhha

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    tearle | 16 January 2015 at 10:55 pm #

    I like .| come here more often 🙂

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    Anonymous | 17 January 2015 at 1:12 am #

    Not a single coherent thought or, conversely, dissonant image in it.
    Weak.

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    Bec | 17 January 2015 at 10:29 am #

    so beautiful…..roses were always Dad’s favourite flower…..
    xxxooo

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    bernadettekeys | 18 January 2015 at 12:50 am #

    sigh


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