Am I just insane? Does anyone else remember this?


Life Metaphors: In Two PartsI. Life is a poem of silent regrets, a terzanelle of rhyming cycles returning, twisted, as a French pantoum-- tetrameter pentameter hexameter rebel but remain entrapped by caressing, falsely soothing repeats.Life Metaphors: In Two Parts
Structure yields in pliable compound hyphenations and no matter the poet's intention, living is never free.
II. Life is an empty loom untouched by whitened flax. It begins with a thread of your mother's longest hair.
The Maiden's shuttle sets a color to shift as you grow and always shine in varying greys;


Deus Aqua: Sensemy fingers bubbling silk punctuated myriad jellyfish wavesDeus Aqua: Sense
my skin caressing sheer silk organza slim chiffon ivory
my back hugged bare to glassy beads peeling aloe vera
heat lamps before blue grasping tongues from sweet mud swamps
deliver me O God of bright sky gods by earth and sea


Shalott v.1.1In my room, a round turret room, I sit amongst the gaily lilies and weave a silken spider's web of prism-windowed light. The gray stones hide the straining, heavy river below, but even zephyrs cannot blind my ears.Shalott v.1.1
Each side of the river is clothed in barley and rye. A road runs through the breezy field at dusk, as children hide and run beneath white willows. Barges slide along the winding river's waves; Canvas sails skim the water's dew.
To many I might seem an ethereal being, A fairy wrapped in curse and blessing both. My songbird melody reflects into the


To Her Hasty LoverHad not the Father made this lie Of land on either side the sky, And freed us humble from His will Then faith shall come the fold, so still Embrace me chastely and with hope: Before the ever-slippry slope Were social mores a wishful dream, Belief a fondly useless scheme Of blackened joy within the void; From heretics who once destroyed The verdant earth so fertile tilled, His hands created and fulfilled A land where we shall fly anew Until this sparrow yields to you.To Her Hasty Lover
From whence the mist that came to water life, The Lord did shape from Adam'
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She dreamt in grey.
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Sensing in Five Dimensions.
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The kingdom of FAR FAR Away, Donkey? That's where we're going! FAR! FAR!... away.
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