Sad and low rolling in a velvet flow
a fog of sound blows through me, takes me down,
down and plays like rain falls when soft as mist
it touches ground in a warm, fleeting kiss.
Make no mistake my love we belong here:
take everything we ever did or felt,
let it melt into the deepest, sweetest
healing blue, an old song for love gone blue.
Time after time
Time will tell
Tell a tale
Tell a lie
Lie in bed
Lie to my face
Face to face
Face the music
Music of the spheres
Music to my ears
Ears pierced
Ears peeled
Peeled apples
Peeled bell
Bell book and candle
Bells ringing
Ringing around
Ringing the changes
Changes gender
Changes mind
Mind the gap
Mind your own business
Business-like
Business before pleasure
Pleasure palace
Pleasure is mine
Mine of information
Mine or yours
Yours for a price
Yours faithfully
Faithfully serving
Faithfully following
Following the plot
Following along
Along the watchtower
Along came Polly
Polly wanna cracker
Polly put the kettle on
On time
On the brink
Brinkmanship
Brink of time
Time served
Time of my life
Life of Riley
Life’s work
Work over
Work it out
Over
Out
It's
just
off and
it's just right,
plinking and plonking
into unexpected corners.
Thelonious, mad as a fox,
never stops swinging
odd angles
cool as
blue
ice.
Guess the secret is out:
Everyone knows I adore you
Or they just haven't heard me
Rambling on all these years,
Ga-ga for you and those lads--
Every night I kissed your photo.
Flickering in today’s dark news
of crimes, car bombs,
sputtering peace talks and
political buffoonery was
a faint and persistent light,
a small and hopeful miracle.
A marvel itself, the monarch,
her black and gold under valued
to near extinction, is surviving
against all odds.
In the effort to control our
surroundings we destroyed
her food supply so, after
the long migration from
Mexican mountains,
begun by her grand parents,
she starves at a time
when the next generation
need sustenance.
Just in time milkweed plants
are nurtured. The flight path
smoothed in simple ways
and it seems to be working,
it was on the news.
I follow behind him
watching the loping gait,
hands sucked up into the cuffs
of his jacket and shoulders
all scrunched up while face is
tilted to watch the ground
more than his surroundings,
and hope he picked up more
than just his physicality from
me.
Bird brain
Bird food
Food bank
Food fight
Fight an impulse
Fight or flight
Flight of fancy
Fancy pants
Pants with desire
Pants on fire
Fire blanks
Fire in the hold
Hold me tight
Hold on
On the ball
On time
Time after time
Time off
Off and on
Off his head
Head over heals
Head of class
Class system
Class clown
Clown car
Clown around
Around midnight
Around and about
About this much
About town
Town car
Town and country
Country mouse
Country boy
Boy oh boy
Boy to man
Man to man
Man-o-war
War horse
War of words
Two old mothers were talking one day,
"So, I hear Sonya's son was in the JAMA"
"Yes, it was always her dream,
but it wasn't what it seemed,
He was a case study, not an author. Oy vey!"
Thirty days end here
but I’m no Shakespeare
I’ve written a lot of crap
and managed to stay
the course in my way
a small feather in my cap.
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Kudos to my pals,
one guy and three gals
who took the challenge with me.
It’s all over now,
for me anyhow
it’s worthwhile, try it and see.