at the “high table” they rejoice–
now, the witch is dead.
*A lune (rhymes with moon) is a very short poem. It has only three lines. It is similar to a haiku. A haiku has three lines, and it follows a 5/7/5 syllable pattern. The lune’s syllable pattern is 5/3/5. Since the middle line is limited to three syllables, it is often the shortest line of the three. This makes a lune curve a bit like a crescent moon.
For the next twenty-five days, except Saturdays and Sundays, I will share a lune with each of you. This is Lune #15 of this project.
Looking for someone to cater art to your tastes or create the masterpiece you’ve had stuck in your head, but just didn’t know how to bring it to life? My buddy Rocketcan make that happen for you. He drew the hummingbird you see below as per my request and it’s hanging in my guest bedroom on the wall–fancy and free.
He recently joined every other artist out there trying to get eyes on their work by creating his own website and you can find his creations starting with the link below. Give his spot a visit. He’s a stand-up guy.
God has a way of
sitting your ass down
when all you want to do
is ignore your body’s pain,
push through its topsy turvy
attitude, and rage against
your limitations. You want to
show it that you have the upper hand.
You don’t.
You want to believe that you do.
But, you don’t.
One morning, you’re fine.
The day is just like any other,
you fill your body with the
needed iron and Vitamin D it lacks,
you eat a hearty breakfast,
drink a cup of coffee,
and bounce your way out of the door.
The next morning, you’re blocked.
The bed locks you in.
Your back cramps up — spasms,
you brace yourself for torture.
Your left leg tightens.
You know this pain.
You know what’s coming.
You try to get up, try to
beat the rush of thunder
that rattles your bones, your
own personal storm.
You know the rain . . .
The pounding and
howling winds.
You also know, it will pass.
You lie back down,
caress the bed that caresses you,
and try to close your eyes.
You take this moment.
You free yourself from
work, running errands,
editing, research, publishing,
and saving someone else’s day.
You swallow that saucy pride
of yours and realize, finally, realize
that today is the day
you better try to save
yourself.
if I hung the moon
you’d notice my heart is there too
*A lune (rhymes with moon) is a very short poem. It has only three lines. It is similar to a haiku. A haiku has three lines, and it follows a 5/7/5 syllable pattern. The lune’s syllable pattern is 5/3/5. Since the middle line is limited to three syllables, it is often the shortest line of the three. This makes a lune curve a bit like a crescent moon.
For the next twenty-five days, except Saturdays and Sundays, I will share a lune with each of you. This is Lune #8 of this project.
up there, in the sky–
lives our secrets.
we buried them
centuries ago and
now that lives are seeking
advancements in all things
too hard to handle,
we want them back.
A Cornered Gurl 
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