Musings by The Poet Loriet
Still Life
Velvet roses scatter
across the earthen floor
of a candlelight gazebo.
Clandestine giggles
float upon air.
Our bare feet
meander over
silvery trails
of memories.
We window shop,
mentally creating art
from scraps of others'
discarded dreams.
I wrap twilight
around my still life,
infuse starlight
into a patchwork soul.
Night and day
sew themselves
around my
poly-silk existence.
I arrange myself
in the nucleus
of a smooth marble
slate of reality.
In a crystal vase,
I pray amongst
eucalyptus,
hands extended
skyward.
Nurtured by chamomile
moon milk and honey--
oh, honey
I keep my feet
buried in cool mud,
but my head orbits
amongst
constellations.
When day glares,
please remind me
to tuck my dreams
away
somewhere safe.
I don't want
to lose them
when the shadows
f
a
d
e
Lori Beal
across the earthen floor
of a candlelight gazebo.
Clandestine giggles
float upon air.
Our bare feet
meander over
silvery trails
of memories.
We window shop,
mentally creating art
from scraps of others'
discarded dreams.
I wrap twilight
around my still life,
infuse starlight
into a patchwork soul.
Night and day
sew themselves
around my
poly-silk existence.
I arrange myself
in the nucleus
of a smooth marble
slate of reality.
In a crystal vase,
I pray amongst
eucalyptus,
hands extended
skyward.
Nurtured by chamomile
moon milk and honey--
oh, honey
I keep my feet
buried in cool mud,
but my head orbits
amongst
constellations.
When day glares,
please remind me
to tuck my dreams
away
somewhere safe.
I don't want
to lose them
when the shadows
f
a
d
e
Lori Beal
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