BURNING MUSES

as though a drowning

this verdancy swallows

in the depth of it

in the storm-breath

a suggestion of sun

weeping silklight

collisions among

humidity

somewhere

lightning happens

the direction that the wind blows

will scatter us like dandelion seeds along the river

or perhaps some to the purple thistle patch

our destinies tied together by wind currents that flux

with our every exhale, we tumble not knowing where we will end up

together is not guaranteed in a whirlwind or the dry sting of a dust devil

maybe the coolness of a waterspout could hold us

in aquamarine bliss one with the tides and eternity of waves

could you hear my voice over the whale songs and ocean murmurs

i will know you with every sense that survives the imperfection of this world

the scintillation of our words signal a faint hope

i will steadfastly remain where you will come and find me defying the river's current

where you'll read my lips even if they are stiffened blue by a hailstorm

when nothing matters anymore, and the fire cannot sink deep enough

to warm these formerly liquidly dancing now obsidian turned fingers into once more a slowed caressing motion

that has known your blistering cheek from long before the coming of the first all drowning tempest

we were so much more than hot and cold, stillness and motion

all the stars longed to know our names to be become our depiction

now, squandered it seems, this elemental wonder

you are going to carve another path unto the ocean

and i am going to erect another mountain

we will never meet again

at the fire where solely ice makes ends meet

at the cold deep where solely the blind reign

giving another three seconds

to all that's surviving

between paper

and scratching pencils,

my heart squeezed

tight in a corset,

while thoughts flicker

before my eyes

Each forged morning Life kept dying; Emptiness perverts the beauty of chance 

Real only to body and language, I was only ever gentle  With one of them

Like honeycomb fresh from the hive

And I’m so sour sometimes

But you’re tender with your touch and it brings me life

I say I’m like a Warhead on speed

But you say underneath it all I’m just as sweet

You’re not scared to get a taste of me

In fact,

You’ve even said that I’m your favorite candy

filler

moments

becoming away

over year images

dissolving connecting

void between void between you

locked within every moment

weighs there

each remote earlier leaving now

like a cord of

He learned her

How to unlock her trust

How to release her

From thoughts that chased every answer

From the relentlessness of perfection

From the stubborn clench of her jaw

And the tight grip of her shoulders

He created safety for her softness

Beared witness to her boldest truths

Allowing her to come completely undone

Unearthing her wildest cries

Her deepest sighs

Leading her to that sacred space

Where her mind went blissfully quiet

And her body collapsed, spent

The way he comes and goes

A tide that laps at my edges

I feel him nearing, rushing in

Rearranging me, readying me

For his taking

He comes closer with each approach

Close enough

That I could almost grab hold of him

Anchor him to my hips

And slip asunder

But he reverses his push

And begins to pull away

In slow increments

That I only perceive subliminally

Before the retreat registers

And I feel him slipping

Between my fingers

Trying to gather myself close

Trying to brace myself against the loss

I wonder less now

Resigned to rhythms

I cannot influence

Cycles that roll over me

Toss me around

Lay me out flat

Taking pieces of me away

Leaving me scattered

Along an ever-changing boundary

A little less shattered than before

A little wiser than before

Closer to something unknown

You are clear wind, playing into the shadows. From the open into the rushes. Here evenings feed you on moon's gentle light. Here daytime sun shimmers upon your body, a golden token. You shouldn't be here in this world, but I have tugged and brought you with me. Opened you up into old wounds that ooze Marri's red kino. Into thick tufts of banksia flowers that blossom painted wood-like petals into organised architecture of immense perfection.

How upon your journey beyond death, from redwood to here, you've lost familiarity. You've become a figment that grows roots deep like eucalyptus. And flakes bark after bark into sheeted paperbark lacework. And stands bent at the knees in sweet lake water lapping at language, speaking to me in tongues.

I have learnt with you how love loses shape after loss, becomes air, becomes an image that haunts in tender vivid ways.

is a monkey with horns.

We play with the primate

and think, this time,

it won't scratch,

bite,

or infect

but we're always mistaken.

Let us observe them

in their habitat

without a sardonic signal

sent through our ground teeth

as we both relax

Worries float away

while ambition flies.

I catch myself slowly -

oh so slowly,

attempting to sink back into it.

If I don't understand something;

if I'm not good at it right away -

I seem to have a desire to run away.

Run and hide,

run and ride.

Though how can I do that

when I think I'm meant to shine?

Shine bright,

shine bright.

I want to help others,

through these dark times. L

Shine bright,

shine bright.

How could I help others,

if I ignore my own light.

My own light,

my own light.

No more extinguishing;

I choose to shine bright.

When your head is heavy,

when all that consumes you -

is worry and strife.

I want you to remember,

that there is a light

that shines bright.

Shine bright,

shine bright.

No more extinguishing tonight.

Written by AprilFool 🐸

In our fast paced society -

it is easy to get dragged along.

Caught up in the hustle and bustle.

In the shoulds or should nots.

In the multiple jobs.

In survival itself.

I am choosing to take a moment

to be still;

to admire the beauty around me.

Birds chirp happily in the distance.

Two geese lounge under my neighbors tree.

I look at my long neglected grass

and growing weeds.

My mower is broken.

I haven't pulled the weeds yet.

Management isn't happy.

It is okay.

A small bird lands atop my roof -

just above where my bedroom resides.

I watch as they stay

and twitch their wings.

I sneeze and for a moment

I am afraid they will fly away.

I looked at them quickly,

to see them tilt their head

in curiosity.

When I looked back,

they were gone.

I'm sorry I scared you,

I hope your day is well.

Written by AprilFool 🐸