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Happiness

Elusive chemical cocktail
Evading veracity in veins,
Instead compels complaint
For the faint traces engrained.

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Dear Jill

Dear Jill,

You were serenity and defiance wrapped in a quilt of tattoos and tenacity,
Calamity was your calling card and I should have known better but I couldn’t help it,
you kissed strangers and left me wanting,
even more so in your engagement that you would eventually fulfill,
but you let me bare your breasts and in turn I bared my scars to you.

We ate our insecurities with our late-night breakfast and never made it to dessert,
you were much too beguiling for banana cream pie,
incandescent only in the candlelight that let me keep on burning for you;
we took a left at Albuquerque and arrived in Antarctica,
late night texts turned from arbitration to arbitrary.

I became an artifact of your once-wily ways now lost to time and matrimony,
A photo long deleted on a phone from two lives ago;
I never got my fairy tale,
Just grim reality,
Where hearts are broken every day,
And then some day you meet the grave.

Havasupai

Hours have passed with each footfall bringing us closer to the village,
it would be less difficult if I knew where we were going, but I am ignorant of our destination,
how far we need to travel,
we are seeing the canyon for the trees, the red rocks,
the crows flying in circles, the little lizards seeking shade,
refuge from the sun, as we do, at every outcrop of rock that at noon-time
can still offer the solace of shadow from the heat,
that radiating from sky and ground that has my water spent too early,
that sees my footfalls quickening for the sound of the river
and the small forest that quenches its’ roots with the water table,
and we are encouraged by a bridge that points the way to the village,
and in my mind I am settling, thinking I am nearly done.

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Auditions Are…Rolling Genome…Middleground

So – I have been keeping up with the Challenge but have been super-busy and under-the-weather. Took a health day today and stayed in bed (and on my computer) working. That “time-off” was well spent in that I now have Days 28, 29, and 30 edited and formatted, just waiting for your perusal! Like in all the other posts, read the play by clicking the title. Hope you enjoy!

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An Incomplete Explanation – NaPoWriMo #18

For Taylor, with apologies for being a grouch.

Being in love is:

Nervousness creeping in your fingers, twirling around themselves, trying too hard to keep still and gesticulate at the same time; being afraid that you’ll somehow scare the other person off.

Secreting kisses, pilfered passion, like a tort out a pastry shop from right beneath the baker’s nose, who set them out purposefully, hoping you would come and gobble them up all the while.

Sometimes moving too quickly, despite yourself and your intentions and your mother’s voice warning you about how you wear your heart on your sleeve.

Getting your heart a bit bruised so that you can show your scars to your real love who will love you all the more for them.

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To Acquire Happiness – NaPoWriMo #13

So many possibilities within a mind
To hold back heart for fear, regret,
How therein to happiness find?

Locked up tight will open none,
What ventures might you once have done:
So many possibilities within a mind.

Nothing gambled shall see no gain,
A greater growth can come from pain:
How therein to happiness find?

With ones’ thoughts the world is wrought,
Through hard-work the price is bought,
So many possibilities within a mind.

If you look back you shall be lost,
Cursed upon a tempest tossed,
How therein to happiness find?

Better than to face the wind,
And let not hardship determination rescind,
So many possibilities within a mind,
How therein to happiness find?

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A villanelle, with thanks to Mssrs. W. Shakespeare & G.R.R. Martin.

Of Mousse & Men

Happiness is a warm god’s smoking whiskey barrel pulpit,
where vows went whizzing past, secret bullets in gelato sweetness.

(Darling, dalliances were not becoming you,
you sloughed them off like a wineskin sacrament and
made yourself a mistress of may weather for every earring and ink stain that pierced the night’s sloppy silences.

October made mousse of men,
creamy center stationary scrawled in jelly fillings,
teeth tarnishing, gnawing on nightshade.

Sweet bliss of banishment, too late to abandon new gods that had scrawled “maybe” on my whiteboard well before Thor called distant thunders’ calamity to cower small folk back into their barrows for fear of the wind sending sentiments for sediment, scattering in the fall gusts.)

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