escape it’s meddlesome heated fire, burning all desire
to live another day on this fragmented piece of earthly
life, everyone else calls living.
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Purses, handbags, pocketbooks, all holding treasures
Taken everywhere on shoulders or held by hands,transporting owner’s identification, pictures andpersonal items.Lost without one, women search store shelves to findjust the right one to fit their personalities.
Serenading self in peaceful development of puzzling
with love.Beating melodies, keeping time like a metronome withan aching heart.Sanguinely eliciting images, taking by the hand,words of beauty and truth to be sung into musicalpoetry of one.
In the stillness of the afternoon, melodies are emitted into the space of my mind, wandering about, enjoying tones and rhythms, penetrating thoughts, filling them with prose taken in from every note and beat being played.
TW’s Blues Attitude Band sets me down on straightened paths of enlightenment, taking me to new heights of interior rhythms.A pleasant experience on a hot summer, Arizona afternoon.
Settled into a moment of despair, crying within, casting about
Watching the world, never letting go, never catching up to it.Wallowing in self-pity, reluctant to move about and find another niche.Instead, being a part of the walls I find myself encased in.Loneliness hanging like ivy upon my heart and soul.Wondering at the mirth of people passing by, awed by happiness staringfrom their faces.Concerned not with…