Sum Of Her Days~

Sum days

I feel like the girl

Who fell to earth

Lost in the translation of a tipped tree

On a white dune

In the center of a fountain

A sculpture

At lunch hour rush

Plucking the hundred eyes from a mulberry

Smiling spheres under the dark smudge

Of a pair of D&G found in a men’s room

At Port Authority

 

Some ways

I really shouldn’t be tolerated

Mischief being bred in my bones

Muscles twitch to trip

A suit out of his blackberry

At my bare feet

His frown line in the shadow of the Empire building thing

That had a moment of excitement

Eons ago

With Fay Wray

I ask him if he remembers silent films

And for a moment he looks human

Until the chirp of a picture message

Slips him from under my streams

 

Sun days

Flood my skin

With light

And I bask in full sight

Aging happily with concrete

And tiny shoots of green in splits and cracks

Walked on

Loved on

Stalked on

Harped on

Waiting to be relieved for an epic kind of lunch

By another girl

In free fall . . . .

 

 

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Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

purely playful wench draped in nostalgias dress dancing to sentiments tune gazing at her own reflection in the fountain of life but caught by the images of strangers eyeing her surreptitiously mischievously taunts with a bawdy move here, a subtle solicitation there and a sweep of a grand ballet just for final emphasis, and finding accurate description impossible the fascinated onlooker retires to evening tea...

nothing short of poetry could ever attempt commentary of your uniquely breathtaking creations :-)

[Bard Constantine]

Sum days
I read wistful, painful, mythic words;
diamond-dusted sprinkles of frozen thoughts
and I pause
while the world whirls around me
lost in your moments...

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Some day... I will see the moments in my life as lively as you do. I will chisel them into buildings, paint my world upside down with my irises, and sing of a fleeting thought in elegy. I absolutely adore this. The form, the creative flow, the common moment... expressed in an uncommon way...

[Reese38]

I would sell part of my soul to spend a single day behind your eyes. I think the view from your pupils would be more than worth it.

Aging happily with concrete

And tiny shoots of green in splits and cracks

Walked on

Loved on

Stalked on

Harped on

Waiting to be relieved for an epic kind of lunch

By another girl

In free fall . . . .


What a view!

[FireWoman]

Changing the mundane every day into your perception through your kaleidoscope visions of the real & surreal.

[Brad]

tongue in cheek meloncholy...made me do this :/

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

This has your playful feel about it, as you sit and watch the world around you, lost even to each other. Every moment passing almost like a video, here but not here. Toying with the perceptions and layers of vision.

[Ed Hart]

oh, mischievous wench. playing with the rites of writes, and giving the cauldron one final stir-up

[LilyT]

You bring our personal totems to life through the revelations of your own. Your capacity to inflict gentle irony and coax the most captivating scenes out of words never ceases to mesmerize me.


A suit out of his blackberry
At my bare feet
His frown line in the shadow of the Empire building thing
That had a moment of excitement
Eons ago
With Fay Wray
I ask him if he remembers silent films
And for a moment he looks human
Until the chirp of a picture message
Slips him from under my streams




Pure Selene.