"If you look deep enough, you'll see music!" Thomas Carlyle

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Trickle, trickle down the pane

Somber nimbus weeping rain

Potent hypnosis as driblets sweep

Now there’s no need `to tally sheep


Fickle, fickle eyelids flutter

Muddy streams rush to the gutter

Scenes fill wells behind closed eyes

As bleak disperse in star-less skies


Fluent therapy lulling me

And I drift off to a virtual sea

Soon the thunderous fit subsides

Into unruffled dreams of evening tides



Lighthearted petals, unfolding wide

Reveal filaments of innocent pride

While delicate fragrances sing

Smiles now bloom in Spring


The grace that falls from poufs of love

Makes stigma rear their heads above

To lavish praise and laud the King

For smiles now bloom in Spring


The gardener’s expert fingers

Apply quickening touch that lingers

Then extend his signet ring

That gleams as smiles that bloom in Spring


Taking my hand

The suave gentleman smiled

His face astoundingly coy

Like an innocent child

It showed me his life and the places he’s been

And inquired of my dreams and the life I’ve seen


I stared in his eyes

And saw blue waves rolling

My heart’s response

Was a church bell tolling


Giving me time

The kind gentleman stood

In that moment I froze

Like a panicked deer would

His expression was worth all the years I’ll live

And a thumping conferred all the love I’d give


I stared in his eyes

and heard foghorns blaring

My brain’s response

Was, “girl, stop staring!”


Just as my eyes dropped

He gently lifted my chin

And confirmed in that moment

Just what he’d been thinkin’

His response welled my eyes as dimpled cheeks avowed

“You’re such a cute baby and you’ll make mama proud!”


 Supersonic Euphony

Cartoon: reading (medium) by alexfalcocartoons tagged reader,book,

credits to Carlos Alejandro Falcó Chang at http://www.toonpool.com

 In the beginning

Was the word

That offset a chronicle in return

Goals scrawled pompously absurd

Dictating what we seek or spurn



So dutifully illustrated

On each page during waking hours

Notes from a lover, clearly dated

And transcribed from distant shores


Secrets veiled

Behind leather ware

Nuzzle betwixt crisp sheets, contrite

Bidding for permanent residence where

Incubus freely roams at night


The shades and hues

Signify life’s display

Impressed on us as each tinge arrives

And variegated streaks of heart overlay

On the graphic pages of our lives


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