Thursday, April 23, 2015


Like thick molasses the balmy air covers my skin, 

I inhale the intoxicating aroma of magnolia and honeysuckle, 

My lungs fill with air heavy with cotton seed and pollens, 

Blue eyes transfix on numerous hues of greens and golds, 

Songs of the cardinal overshadowed by the mockingbird echo in my mind, 

Rocking silently on the front porch of my house, I sense the South.

1 comment:

  1. As a writer of the sassy, savvy sarchasm we all go through in this lifelong demise, I as well as you gotta lotta angst; however, the synonymous metaphors which shall creep stealthily across thy brain like the vivid, brazen dawn are the cohesion which brings U.S. together, girl...

    So, see if you cannot subliminally 'read-between-the-lines' or VERBUM SAT SAPIENTI (Latin: words to the wise): here's summore symbiotically-explosive-coolness done in sardonic satires when we passed-away:

    "Those who are wise will shine as brightly as the expanse of the Heavens, and those who have instructed many in uprightousness, as bright as stars for all eternity"
    -Daniel 12:3

    Here's what the prolific, exquisite GODy sed: 'the more you shall honor Me, the more I shall bless you'
    -the Infant Jesus of Prague.

    Go git'm, girl. You're incredible.
    See you Upstairs...
    I won't be joining'm in da nasty Abyss