Two Doves

Two doves sit on the fence
like whispers from God.
I watch them from the window.

Soon my daughter and I
will stand hip to hip,
but I don't know if my mother
will live to take next spring's crocuses
from her granddaughter's hand.

Just a breath away
from colors and clatter
is a massive, empty stillness
where grief blooms in my marrow
like an unwanted flower.

Perhaps, I'll have a secret garden in my bones.

Two doves sit on the fence
like whispers from God.
I watch them from the window.

A stream of consciousness wordle for dVerse and The Sunday Whirl.

Imago / Couples Dialogue

She removes her tortoise shell glasses
with the rose colored lens
and begins

Imago, my Imago!
Knitted from pheromones
and knobbed kneed memories,
birthed from a blueprint half unfolded
and wet with shadows,
you were to be the surgical stitch
for the endemic wounds of my vulnerable childhood.
Yet, you have proven to be merely a dry hump mimic
of my Electra complex.

He, mirroring: A dry hump.


We sit in this room
and burn incense to cover the stench
as we excrete every variation
of the tale of The Wandering Proboscis and the Random Honeydew
as if the ending will morph with the next retelling.

He, summarizing: Wandering Proboscis and Random Honeydew.

We pin ourselves beneath sodium lights
until not even a wing can flutter,
tunnel deeper,
dragging our inverted funnels into the day
as if photonic therapy can cure
neuroses and assholery.

He, validation: That makes sense because efficacy has not been documented.

All of the dialogue in the world
is just pencil scratches on a pine box.
You can't bring true sight to an eyespot.
A predator with good hair and a Jaguar
is still a predator.

He (beginning to bristle), empathy:  I imagine that you feel, uh, feel . . .

I feel like I want the goddamn transcription to reflect that I am done.  My daddy was a bastard.  You are a bastard.  Men are bastards.  I'm going to take up witchcraft, become a lesbian, and learn to crochet.

Note:  When I saw that "Imago" was one of Shawna's words, the therapist in me couldn't resist.  Imago therapy is based on the belief that we marry a composite of our parent(s) to heal the wounds of childhood.  It is practiced through structured couples dialogue.  I don't think much of it.


For Open Link Night at dVerse

Gemini

Lovin' a Gemini -
it sure do be nice.
Gettin' love from a Gemini -
ya get the beans and the rice.
But when a Gemini tires of you -
and they do -
ya get your fool heart broken twice.

For a Gemini themed Open Link Monday at Real Toads

Sleep

Let
me sleep
so that I
can dream and stop
worrying thin each memory of you.

A tetractys for Real Toads

Stillness

In the stillness,                                                                                                                          In barest light.

I will seek you,                                                                                                                          I am waiting.

and I will listen                                                                                                                         Hear me whisper

for your voice                                                                                                                            sweet everythings.

Two points of view for Real Toads