my Muse

took photo of the full Moon behind a glass sculpture of an angel

sHe is a Daemon
 
flickering between each eye
with the shimmer on a flowers petals
like diamonds of light -

sHe is an Angel

     beating wings tipped in tears and laughter
coming between a heart beat
         and intense disinterest
always flirting with Dreams -

sHe stumbles

upon Worldly Words
but has a didactic memory when

sHe sings -

often sHe is aMusing me
as much as I am aMused by sHe -

  sHe speaks

in tongues in my inner ear
while smiling at me for l o s i n g my train of thought -

sHe is fickle and measures the shape of my heart
with how much awe I've beat it with today -
 

Author's Note

there are natural inducements to wonder where we are like birdys too, not needing to be believed but sing out our hearts and that's what it is in the end - getting out of the way of reasonable doubt and letting the words sing out - our tears would be as an elixir to the worms underfoot - they would wriggle their happy wonder at this precipitous and lonely liquid, writhing about in joyous misery what our tears did -

Reviews

[Vanessa Whiteley]

There is an interesting structure to this and I like the way you use capitials for the she/he.

[Gandré]

Hello Jerry. I posted some videos here. Won't post poetry anymore.
So I came along...

I love your lyrical metaphisical work, and this is not another one. congrat
that you got published. That is a great beginning. Miss you, my friend.