mrs. claus

dec 24, 11:57pm

there is this myth,

overriding and burdensome,

that thru the cottony skirts

of  magenta entropy, that somehow

i waited for your return.

when they told me the eclipse was coming

i ran, again, to the cardboard cutouts;

anything to shield my eyes from the passing

as the panniers of yesterday have done.

and now, it is easy to forget the loneliness

that empties me like a boot. The meadows

frozen now, the simultaneous

anti blooming spirit.

 Dear Mr. exceptional powers of  periods unenforceable

like crows of a distinctive excellence. I survived

thought it blows my pains

into a cocktail of fine lines.

yet happiness portends a scurrying of the once

untamed, that disappears as confessions of

old-woman-drama holding on for dear

life. 

Reviews

[writing mojo]

I never understood why coal was a bad thing to get in your stocking , it's very relative to human survival , a source of fuel for warmth and food , can be a writing instrument to pay bills, is heavy enough to kill and with enough time forms to diamond ...all the groom essentials for marrying a women...she is just jealous..love the piece as always dana

[h d e rushin]

excellent perspective josh..that waiting is what diamonds are to coal; that survival is
the derivative, evaporation of a solvent...masterful my friend..dana

[MoriartyMesa]

Not speaking for someone who makes all the ladies happy when the men are all at play, but I think that there is always a few pennies just to be alone. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMfhaGNoSfw

[The Twin Arenas]

you wrote this 3 minutes before Christmas. I love that.