
Waxing face shines blush
Meteorite acne scared
Peachy complexion

Dentist’s office sun rises shines
Imprisoned by shadows stripes
Thinking grinding gnashing teeth
Some impressions made
Brain numbed by Novocaine
Lips lost face sags
“Open wider” whirring drill
Splashes suction smoking still
One imagines gaping holes
Picking drilling air-blasts woe
Fitting carbon paper bite
Drilling fitting bite again
Glued fitted bite down hold
No brushing eating or floss don’t chew
For three weeks until we call
To anoint the crown give proper reign
Don’t let that temp one fall

Freezing rain pelts sun drenched skin
Drips off hair blurring sight
Sunshine slips through driving rain
Blue sky overhead
Dark clouds look on dancing Sprites
Swallowed bedtime colors
Sunset drew its covers sadly
Another day’s lightness snuffed
Final dark pale grays
You can bring your self out of the darkness by watching love is blindness performed by Holly and Pauly at the Solstice Soirée 6 19 21. as part of he post Home Is Where The (He)art Is. I had asked Holly how Paul was doing since they hadn’t done Music From the Hearth is a while. She was so sweet to do this post.

Dancing days are done
Done in by social distance
Distance determined, solo spaces
Spaces empty, filled, masked faces
Faces covered vanquished smiles
Smiles once lifted miens
Miens covered informed eyes
Eyes sad, lonely, longing
Longing for closeness, movement
Movement together, shuffled feet
Feet stepping to the beat
Beat goes on determined song
Song inspires dance
Dance today is deadly
Deadly dancing
Dancing days are done

We talk
My world opposite yours
Your today is my tomorrow
My today is your yesterday
Through your voice I see the future
Through my voice you glimpse the past
When I see the light, you stand in darkness
When darkness engulfs me, your light shines
My summer is your winter
When you spring, I fall
Your world opposite mine
We talk

Eleanor at You Lil Dickens posted Ask Yourself with the question “Why is Poetry important to you?” I answered:
Poetry expresses many things we cannot layout as plain thoughts, words or deeds. Poetry allows us to mask reality in mysterious verse, soften hard realities, drive home points that need to be made. We can expose our deepest secrets, friendly or foul, in abstruse rhymes and mysterious lines left to the reader to unfold, and decode. Poetry is an avenue to express our feelings about life and death, love and rejection, freedom and oppression, faithfulness and unfaithfulness, sexuality and abstinence, belief and unbelief, good and evil. Through poetry we can express all the symptoms, right and wrong, of being human.
Chuck, The Reluctant Poet, asked me to post it here.

We can bloom in our corner
No one to tell us what to do
No one to tell us what not to do
No one to tell us where to be
No one to tell us where not to be
No one to tell us how to look
No one to tell us how not to look
No on to tell us how to think
No on to tell us how not to think
No one to tell us anything
No one not to tell us anything
We can dream of what we want to do
We can dream of what we don’t want to do
We can dream of what we want to be
We can dream of what we don’t want to be
We can dream of how we want to look
We can dream of how we don’t want to look
We can dream of how we want to think
We can dream of how we don’t want to think
We can dream of anything
We can not dream of anything
We can ponder what we want to do
We can ponder what we don’t want to do
We can ponder what we want to be
We can ponder what we don’t want to be
We can ponder how we want to look
We can ponder how we don’t want to look
We can ponder how we want to think
We can ponder how we don’t want to think
We can ponder anything
We can not ponder anything
We are beautiful blooming in our corner