Not The Rockefellers

Drawing Hands, 1948 by M. C. Escher via Magpie Tales from across the table the world your words meet my eyes and stir my soul how easily they reach across latitudes and oceans across mountains and time across cities and down herd paths how urgently they wind up the streets of my heart and marrow unlocking doors and lighting fires from across the table the world your words expose the infallible gods of lost hope as astronomical frauds Rene ~ 2013 For Him and Her

Public domain image via vintageprintables.com the day i found my ways i caught myself in a tangle tightly twined  around a forkful of  spaghetti from a can't  just pullin' the wool  over easy under the radar love, life, and my pursuits; a hapless sock thread ensnared by a tack on the threshold  unwinding, revealing a novice habit trail from door to table, to chair, to bed just livin' but barely breaking a sweat  smokin' a bowl of dead ends Is that all there is? Peggy Lee, blinked lookin' for  high bars in low places forcin' a smile, though her eyes ordered a double some things are better left unsaid but winked at?...hell yeah I caught your act, you charlatan  I say, strippin' off my socks  I know your ways You ought to play  out in the mud in your good shoes  maybe, someday Finally Rene~July 2013 For 100 Word Song The so...

Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves via Magpie Tales dawn is a feeling warmth that spreads from shoulder to cheek freedom means boundaries landmarks of habit indicators of progress  voices are familiar songs  each new generation produces its convincing covers life is smelly but you'll always know you are home Rene ~ June 2, 2013 For Randy Pierce and The Mighty Quinn

"Ponytail" by Last Exit up from the soles a restless silken quake this life this absolute death a serenade unapologetic Rene ~ May 26, 2013 For Magpie Tales

one last broken word one first bite of skin let heaven and free will ring emancipation thunderclap mistress thirst obscene lips parted full dripping sunset nectar the moon is gold my eyes are green the world is radiant jasper the ceiling endless aquamarine i have bled into the river weeping it knows my name Evangeline Rene ~ May 5, 2013 For Magpie Tales Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt

before the time of the city sun and the inescapable pull of its undoubtedly righteous and mighty shove we knew by sense the swell and flow of the seasons we stuck our fingers in the wet soil and felt the curve of the earth Rene~April 14,2013 For Magpie Tales Image: Spring, 1935 by Kuzma Petrov-Vodkin

Picasso, faun-horse-bird, 1936 she sang you in like a sea serpent charmed i'm sure once on her lips a lifetime on your knees begging your once limber tongue now tied in despair poor thing such a pity tempted by that pretty sly bird worse than her song was her empty reward silence and now you dream of diving black horses screaming dragging you down under a shameful sun drowning so easily you surrender your grip freedom Rene ~ March 17, 2013 For Magpie Tales

Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall  you are the morning sun on my neck and the moon over my shoulder am i the maddest hot magician of your rogue imagination you are my true astrological high and the puller of my tides i ride the waves of your affection balancing physics and nature you are an unfinished blood sonnet a night song a prophet of rhyme i run without stopping to breathe in catching you as you turn away you remind me with the truest eye such great love is not a given i stand tall in the force of your truth kiss your head and leave you to go Rene ~ March 10, 2013 For Magpie Tales , 100 Word Song and d'Verse Poets The 100 Word Song prompt is "Better Dig Two" by The Band Perry and is my d'Verse Poetics: InterActions song choice

"November Lace" ~ Photo by Rene marble notebook in hand she slipped away  from the fray unnoticed up to her childhood room through the bedroom window and onto the rooftop poetic: " she sat  arms hugging knees surveying life, the leafless trees spindly branches claw the sky scratching for sun, to heaven they cry psalms of wisdom, strength and grace woven in November lace"   the air felt good against her flushed cheeks a beautiful sunset was now in progress she was thankful for this she was thankful for finding her peace she belonged right here, right now to this moment Excerpted from "November Lace" by Rene Rene ~ February 9, 2013 For d'Verse Poetics: The Anecdote

Charlotte Gainsbourg ~ AnOther via Magpie Tales come dancing they ask me i'd rather stay in and play with the pipers climb their  hooks swing from their  holy little arias like private monkeybars snake charmed, smiling i can hear the beating of their blood in every blessed word how amazing how sweet  the soloist struggles my sticky fingers  reach touching  blood, wine cigarette ash and tears what a lovely paste  for pictures come dancing they ask me just try to  be like the  others it's  no use and senseless i'm thrilled by  the company of my pipers Rene ~ 2013

something in your eyes reminds me of Alaska Sitka spruce green longings dream scraped midnight sun i would crawl hands and knees sparking Tsar-fire over the last edge of your earth to draw breath of you i would forsake my golden gods drop my armour, heavy into the hearth of dear mother for a single drink of you something in your eyes my soul pines for Alaska to count the moons on your fingers weathered perfect my thoughts linger Rene ~ January 22, 2013 Ejote for d'Verse Poets: Open Link Night #80