walking
seeking photos
framing with my eyes
i trip over a root
and see for the first time.
Author: gaia mouse
I am a writer, painter, potter, and photographer. I was drawn to writing late in life due to my professional life as a speech-language pathologist (SLP). This led me to an interest in language, social communication, and writing. I believe creativity heals ourselves and our society, and is a way to find an ethical, sustainable future.
moon
recurrence
rebirth
renew
myself
Inferno
each of us in our private hell. kafka's endless paperwork multiplies. bureaucrats fabricate interminable statements we must paste. pink space won't disappear until exactly what they want is done. 5/31/2020
goddess rides phoenix
moon wrapped
in clouds and light
mystery and truth
meteors brief brilliance
drop to earth
hunting fate
poem
anything you can talk about
and everything that you can’t
is a poem.
crystal frost on your car window
that you don’t defrost
so you can look at it longer,
ignoring the road just a bit.
the hiding place you had as a child.
your cat
definitely your fluffy monster.
the girlfriend you didn’t marry,
the sky at dawn,
a coffee break,
sex at sunset,
half moon sorrow
moon
recurrence
rebirth
renew
myself
My Sons
I left in clear dawn
when you were sleeping
curly hair
peeking out from the lair
of night blue quilts
fat cheeks
small noses
eyebrows that wink
and soft smooth lips
I kissed goodnight
in lamplight
Heat
heat
rising from my thighs
tracing an inner path
to my cunt
now blushing warm
and tingling
even though
my husband’s breath
is rhythmically
softly
exhaling
in sleep
Dreaming of Dubai
we journeyed on camels, stately and slow//the wind did blow
our bags held treasures //spice and silk and peacock feathers,
ivory hooks// and parchment books
the beasts rolled on in desert heat// we had finished all the wheat
as the wind got stronger//the day grew longer
our robes flew with the storm//the land transformed
shelter we sought//but all for naught
a date palm grove//any living thing but ourselves
we dreamt of souks with crowds//buildings higher than clouds
tipped with gold and marble towers//and fields of flowers
to give her//surrounding a royal blue river
with gliding sailboats//and plenty of goats
In Arabic and Persian poetry, a line of verse frequently consists of two hemistichs of equal length forming a couplet. The two hemistichs of a line rhyme with an aa, bb, cc, etc. pattern in a type of poetry called mathnawi or masnavi.
