They won’t tell
or even acknowledge
the sparkled laser
sent without motive.
the measured avoidance
They even stole my azure blue.
Shifty, picayune & shallow
shaded murmurs are simple trinkets
of unresolved ego ramblings.
When doubts threaten to flood
my painted longing
an eyelash flickers,
I lift the brush.
The miracle speaks
like halos talking
rock it better.
The yellow mercurial butterflies
are migrating in autumn regalia
flitting from scrappy creosote bush to lantana,
celibate in this stage,
with purposeful beauty,
actors and actresses
south to Mexican mountains.
Adorn the air with color.
Regarding from a distance
a queenly kingsnake with her cadmium yellow stripes
competes in the beauty contest for color perfection.
She watches warily with a wink
as she makes her way
a supernatural healer,
enemy of rattlesnake,
defender of earth,
her majesty creeps with looping spine
near the red wall.
She’s going home
to her den underneath the side porch.
I haven’t seen the little lizard lately,
who comes by regularly for blueberry treats.
Maybe Ms Kingsnake has swallowed Lizzy
in preparation for winter hibernation.
For a split second
a haphazard thought comes visiting inside my head,
a map of the absurd
Tis only my homo sapien consciousness.
Keep going, dear one.
When I’m ready
we will visit again.
Copyright © 2014 by Susan E Rowland
Today I am grateful everything that is not the internet. The real world is a dusky sunset, wind, clouds, some rain, and the distant mountains.
A poem is brewing.
Copyright © 2013 art, photos, text by Susan E. Rowland