steampunk heart

Category: Stanzas and Sayings

is ocean a poem
i think so
containing as it does
ebb
and flow
and longing
not to mention the sheer primeval swoosh
and breeze
how about breeze
of course
freedom in one word

70…arriving/dreams of home

often now i dream of home

 

not the place of coming from

nor all the places i have been

that to me were only home

through accident of being

the places my belongings were

at any given time

but

70…on being a goddess

hestia

goddess of homefire

is elegantly and modestly

robed

no specks assail her

 

i approach the stove

with  my bucket of wood

just chopped

my mucky gloves

and my plastic apron

that says

martini

 

my son watches

 

today at the shapeshifter cafe

today at the shapeshifter cafe

cold winter gave forth cats

and dead brown leaves of ivy

dripped honey balm

for the restoring of lost souls

 

spiders glad to be loved

danced finespun vials

for sweet elixirs of birdsong

liquid