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Heron Clan Reading Dec 20, 2020
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Heron Clan Readings Sunday Zoom Ice Mirage
It's cold in the desert.
Shards of ice floes
In the mirage lagoon
Melt passively, languishingly
On the doorstep to disgrace.
She would do anything
For his affection.
Anything for his goodwill.
Graceless and clumsy attempts,
Mired in disease and distrust.
How many times will it take her
To learn action responds to action.
Reprehensibly, as long as it takes
Mirage ice
To melt.
Hope Mired in the Mold
The tenderness of the mouth
The kisses that they impart
Pool into a spiral, south
South into the deepest heart
The weak feeling of a loss
The groveling drain of tears
The skin a prickling host
to loneliness and to fear.
Flooded deep, emotional pain
Cools the spot above the breast
Drowning drafts on current flames
Chills the wakening of the flesh.
Kisses deeper, the flesh is pressed
Hotter, flames flicker, higher
Oceans, release, breaks the net
Of mortal waves of desire.
Beakon the heart into a dream
Shifting rules, like sand on hold
Build love's house of rotten beams
Leaves hope mired in the mold
The tenderness of the mouth
The kisses that they impart
Scare away the darkest doubt
Lay quiet, unteathered hearts.
Shakesbear
He’s your surrogate
Made of cloth,
Button eyes and a stitched nose,
Hugged and kissed
Soft fur to rough.
I talk to him
As I would talk
to you,
And at times,
As talk would go,
He talks to me
As I
Would have
You
Talk to me.
Clever little
Bundle of cloth,
That bear you gave
To me.
The Weather You Love
The weather you love
Careening and booming around the sky.
Lightening and darkening in a staged performance,
Chasing the audience under tents of newsprint
To shelters of tin that respond in cadence.
A nightly occurrence, a daily endurance,
The rains and thunder filling the fields,
Sometimes violent, sometimes a caress.
Summertime storms in the heat,
Scaring the sizzling sun away.
