9: Death By…
Hole punch heart
More than stationary
A series
Of
Neat
Round
Swiss cheese
On brand
Perforations
Making
You understand
The trouble
I had
With the scissors
9: Death By…
Hole punch heart
More than stationary
A series
Of
Neat
Round
Swiss cheese
On brand
Perforations
Making
You understand
The trouble
I had
With the scissors
8: On Becoming A Cloud
A Wisp
A Riddle
Savory Fog
Spindles
In offense
To the doctors orders
Hiding all the skies
Dusken hue
China blue
Halcyon
In perpetuity
Limpid Pool
That I
Alone
Find buoyancy to keep
Hidden
Behind
This Cloud
7: The Shadows Slowly Gather
Designated
Signal sucker
As the thoughts
Of travel
Thru the planes
Thru the flames
On the sides
Of the visage
Staring back
Thru decades old specks
I will take you
I will bring you
To an Ivy valley
Bitten by stone
Trod on
And cascading
Emeralds abound
Allowing you privacy
In a conical solitude
To make up
And dig up
A friendship
Ado
The Feline Centinel
Joins
As you mingle
And promenade
Gently
Quietly
Together
As
The Shadows
Slowly
Gather
6: The Haunt
So local
The que
Not the quo
I knew
So proud
As the 4 top
We were
Asked
To go
Or stop
Brunch
Were we a group
Or a coup
Laughably
Laughable
As space and time
Crept in
On this crypt
Floating
In
Ethereal Unconsciousness
As a favorite
Has
A dish
Served
Cold and Collected
How many Ghosts will be released this week?
x~Jen
The Heart
Breaks again
Gentle glass
Slivers and shards
I’ll sing you to sleep
I’ll pet your silver threads
Anything to break
This spell
It’s not
Insensitivity
That teases you so
It’s not
How timing
Just won’t line up
It’s this
Double loss
It’s this
Not being able to jump through
This
Portal in Time
That holds
You fixed
In
The ability
To rewind
This
Portal in Time
A gift
That will remain
Forever lost
In the tossing and turning
Of your
Never Ending
Fog
That now
Owns you
In the knowledge
Of a wish
Answered
And
Forever
Out of Reach
31:
Feather House Holiday
Shrink
Me
Down to size
Fit me
To your nest
I will witness
You
On your
Feather House Holiday
That you
Withdrew to
Expertly
In fashion
Leaving
All
Of us
Behind
In the woods
The spark
Sense memory
Sits
On digital
Formats
Organic
&
Non
Buzzing
As only
The heartbeat
Flutter
Of wings
Could
Come
Inspecting
And Inviting
Me
To flirt along