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monday morning 3 amI lay wide awake with tight-shut eyes, observing the darkness within and without.monday morning 3 am by sceneecupcake
I fell into space—where millions of multicolored stars glittered like fat sequins, hazy in the distance. The beauty took me by surprise. I stood on a charcoal, road-like platform, not unlike igneous rock. This stretched quite a ways beyond, leading I know not where.
He was with me, just a few steps in front. There was somewhere he wanted to go.
But behind me, a piece of the platform cracked and broke. My memory reminded me I had left something important there. I turned to watch it undulate away from us. There was a rope, or perhaps it was a lifeline. My hands quickly uncoiled it and fearlessly I jumped for the moving platform, line in hand, observing the bright speckled rainbow unfurled beneath me. It wobbled with my sudden landing.
The rope I held, though sturdy, was not strong enough to hold the two halves together. Whatever I had once had here, too, it was gone. Lost. My leap of faith had been a
On an Overcast AfternoonShe said, “I should have known this wouldn’t last,”On an Overcast Afternoon by sceneecupcake
Shady Sunday afternoon spent in the humid shade
Breathing sweet nothings in his ear,
Favorite song on repeat.
Picking at a scab, so nervous her limbs shook,
Hands were numb—all pins and needles,
Legs like gummy worms left in the sun.
And the sun was warm— the clouds suppressing its rays,
Breeze tickling the tree branches.
They lay sprawled upon the grass,
Curled together, she in his arms, half on his lap
Fighting off the stings of ants
Deeply in love,
Drinking deep the cup of love.
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Flight Rising: Sherlolly
ChoicesA moonbeam man came to my door.
His face was blue; his feet were sore.
His eyes were crescent shapes of light.
He turned the dusk into delight.
His wares he bore upon a tray,
an esoteric light display:
comets with and without tails;
misty, hazy moonlit trails;
sequinned stars, pointing sharp;
angels’ wings; an angel’s harp;
soft gold-speckled nimbus clouds;
mares’ tails streaming long and proud;
memories from distant stars
presented in white crystal jars
and moons all boxed with magic sealed –
this man he offered me the world.
What should I choose from jostled choices,
that spoke with awed and yearning voices?
The moonbeam man with patience waited
until the dusk sky had vacated.
He smiled so kindly – sensed my plight.
Then slowly slipped into the night...