July 2012
4 posts
HOW TO FORGET
write me a lullaby
in clean smooth
strokes
on sheets stained
with remnants
of the fire with
which we spoke
wrap me in their
candor
in the depth
of their
escape
tuck me in with
letters that dance
to hips that sway
©Lizann ‘2012
THE INVENTOR
There is no color
to perfection
because it doesn’t exist.
I dare you to
show me flawless
with a beating heart.
Dip your brush
in the hue that doesn’t
make you question the
piece that you
have just created
and you shall be
crowned the king
of inventors.
For it doesn’t
exist.
©Lizann ‘2012
The different colors
of love
the bitten part
that stings
with poison
they pervade
the sense
that sees
the sense
that tastes.
The different colors
of love
a translucent
veil of
wings
they crumble and
regenerate
when a voice
calls your
name.
The different colors
of love
a healing of burning
skin
a bedtime serum
of Truth that
leads you to
where it begins.
©Lizann...
MOONSTRUCK
I drove home
and saw it resting on a bed
of clouds.
I stopped to see.
I stopped to breathe.
It looked like it
had been expertly
placed by an award winning
cinematographer
for those whose
minds have slipped
into a pool
of weariness.
Its disposition
was surely meant
to tug upon
both the heart that
feels
and the heart
that simply does
not.
©Lizann ‘2012
