Not The Rockefellers

chart a course as the hummingbird flies fold up my heart like a stolen map Rene-2015 Photo credit, Daniel Murtagh

and now
 i was a part of it,
 alright
 my custom fit cradle indented formidably into
 earth from sky a few looked down (three to be exact) with
 a blend of love,hate
  and who gives 
a damn upon
 a pillar
 yet i was theirs creation’s foundling  2015-Rene

Painting by Daria Petrilli via Magpie Tales  i dig in my heels  feel the pull  of water over sand the tug  of matter over  mine and the days  go by will i never get better at letting go 2015-Rene

having you beside me carves a river through my catastrophe  Rene-2015 Image:   Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth ( via Magpie Tales )

Petergate, with a view of York Minster, York, UK , Photo by Tess Kincaid via Magpie Tales shouted down alleyways  your name banks breathlessly off gnawed brick memorials a rising  low note prayer of good intention
 a dub-stepped
 hymn
  in extraordinary
 time 2015-Rene

 Action Figures by Edith Vonnegut household saint eleven caught the train late hair & tumbled wild angelic down from heaven's seventh stair 2015-Rene

Photo by Elene Usdin via Magpie Tales girl she said it's time you oughta go dig a hole & unscrew the anchor check yourself out & pay what you owe give  up the landline all of your keys whittle life  down from one hundred to free 2015-Rene

Image via Magpie Tales  put it on out there labels facing north truth in the wind catch the neighbors spinning up yarns then you strut & reel it on it 2015-Rene

Yell Sound, Shetland, 2014, R.A.D. Stainforth time flew though just for a few of us the rest stayed stuck between rocks & sand art ultimatums beautiful sunsets being the reason oh how we hastened That Grand Goodbye, but... oh how we lingered to go 2014-Rene

keith haring via magpie tales so which way are you up for? have you got yourself a hunch or a notion? go on and twirl your own pinwheel signpost or hop a ride on a boxcar sideshow so which way are you up for? your toes tripping up on compass roses? true north is them good shoes that brought you through narrow streets that defined & confined truth so which way are you up for? blaze a trail that inspires & ignites hope light a fire for the lost to come find you so which way are you up to, which way are you up for? 2014-Rene

Elizabeth Taylor on the set of "Giant"- photograph by Frank Worth it's all in the wrist these ol' rope tricks what the arm dangles is merely an accessory a way to pass the time while i spin you violet wild & plum dizzy it's all in the eyes this ol' cowgirl throws a quarter inch  of batted lash goes for miles & miles of... goodness knows  2014-Rene

two strong arms & one greenback we shall feast like royalty tonight 2014-Rene

tell-tale timber songs escape well pressed lips you learned to play the bridge by ear for the morning crowd & the church mice scampering smugly savouring crumbs under your feet 2014-Rene

sedate  sleight of hand fools the fire for a time though the thirst  persists 2014-Rene

she pinned namesakes in her hair beckoning summer igniting blooms that lit her way © 2014-Rene

i recall the tug the inescapable call my legs their journey a paper crane  tossed through glass  brewing perfect storms my soul did not flinch tribal drums coax wild flickers  from a distance it's a jungle in here © 2014-Rene for Magpie Tales

stories told in fractions taken up & wound around  eager reels life sounds  captured mid air taken in & spun around played by ear © 2014-Rene Photo via Magpie Tales Poetry Prompt

we are now accepting applications for childhood memories experience necessary your Sunday best  grass stains a plus 2014-Rene

         image: Edward Hopper, 1922  she poured  the bone colored grit into her coffee  & watched as it turned a lighter shade of resignation  what is the matter? his words hung  mid-air  blooming an unavoidable cloud take my hand, please she exhaled i just seem to be  a bit stuck is all and she left it at that 2014-Rene

Chair With the Wings of a Vulture, 1960, Salvador Dali  only when the sun shines do i remember the taste of regret © 2014-Rene