Musings by The Poet Loriet
Pixie Dust
Lying alone in the middle
of my King-sized waterbed,
I meditate upon my peaceful
blue walls, trying to inhale
calm...
as if I could.
The children bicker
as my husband barks orders,
TV blaring,
chaos everywhere,
I just want out
--the room, the craziness--
just for a moment.
I gaze longingly
at the print adorning
the adjacent wall,
the young, carefree couple
on the swing.
He--
dark, romantic curls,
gazing at her adoringly,
carved muscles--
as if he could protect her
from every worry,
every stress.
She'll never want for a Xanax
with such a soulful young buck
who actually wears his tunic well.
She--
ethereal gauzy dress,
delicate, petite features
like a forest fairy,
peace of a thousand angels
alight on her face
as she curves seductively
into his embrace.
There is no outside world,
just lush greenery--
where is this place?
I want to travel there
in a see-through
Victorian gown,
intertwine my bare feet
with Herculean ones
and let the breeze
take us where it may...
and
never
never
land.
Lori Beal
of my King-sized waterbed,
I meditate upon my peaceful
blue walls, trying to inhale
calm...
as if I could.
The children bicker
as my husband barks orders,
TV blaring,
chaos everywhere,
I just want out
--the room, the craziness--
just for a moment.
I gaze longingly
at the print adorning
the adjacent wall,
the young, carefree couple
on the swing.
He--
dark, romantic curls,
gazing at her adoringly,
carved muscles--
as if he could protect her
from every worry,
every stress.
She'll never want for a Xanax
with such a soulful young buck
who actually wears his tunic well.
She--
ethereal gauzy dress,
delicate, petite features
like a forest fairy,
peace of a thousand angels
alight on her face
as she curves seductively
into his embrace.
There is no outside world,
just lush greenery--
where is this place?
I want to travel there
in a see-through
Victorian gown,
intertwine my bare feet
with Herculean ones
and let the breeze
take us where it may...
and
never
never
land.
Lori Beal
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