Not The Rockefellers

having you beside me carves a river through my catastrophe  Rene-2015 Image:   Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth ( via Magpie Tales )

photo by Elena Kalis via Magpie Tales she was light and magic, springtime laughter woven through her hair i found her world cluttered and noisy, a place where logic frowns ambushed, my heart leapt when i heard a bird call, her breath of life she was a singer of hymns, a joyful, patient sentinel i was a snare drum, ready to snap at the skip of a beat i now find myself leeching to the choir, waiting on her voice she was my cloudship, an ocean, a free spirited ticket to ride i gnawed away at my tether, she became my new life line i hold, needing like a child, the loose end of her crimson thread Rene ~ 2013

whoever can speak  without disturbing the peace  whoever can walk without stirring the past  whoever can listen without divining wisdom whoever can love without embracing scars whoever can think without considering the future cannot ever truly  entirely be Rene ~ July 2013

you gonna eat that? the rest of  that stuff you gonna  leave that? on your plate you gonna  wrap it up? take it home  'n stick it in the fridge you gonna  eat that? or  give it to me? Rene ~ July 2013 a little Friday fun Have a great weekend everyone 

my love  runs on banana peels and deadlines  scribbled on toasted origami matchbooks  then tossed  in a junk drawer until crunchy it's an acquired taste Rene ~ July 2013

not feeling so  much  of a  muchness anymore I can't  fake the connections I won't have the  discussions my  thoughts outdated  my  words a dead language  rabidly  stabbing at  tabloid typos am i losing  you? writing with red ink  on the arms of my t-shirt buy  the milk or pay the rent  Rene ~ 2013 

Public domain image via vintageprintables.com the day i found my ways i caught myself in a tangle tightly twined  around a forkful of  spaghetti from a can't  just pullin' the wool  over easy under the radar love, life, and my pursuits; a hapless sock thread ensnared by a tack on the threshold  unwinding, revealing a novice habit trail from door to table, to chair, to bed just livin' but barely breaking a sweat  smokin' a bowl of dead ends Is that all there is? Peggy Lee, blinked lookin' for  high bars in low places forcin' a smile, though her eyes ordered a double some things are better left unsaid but winked at?...hell yeah I caught your act, you charlatan  I say, strippin' off my socks  I know your ways You ought to play  out in the mud in your good shoes  maybe, someday Finally Rene~July 2013 For 100 Word Song The so...

Image: A Musin Yohan, via Magpie Tales trouble overhead something weighing  heavy  on the mind i rise obedient under a vengeful brow pulling up my heels Raising my voice! i go back to my roots wielding my habits of comfort i walk the way of my mother singing psalms soothing the sky Rene~ June 2013 For Magpie Tales For all of my sisters

Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves via Magpie Tales dawn is a feeling warmth that spreads from shoulder to cheek freedom means boundaries landmarks of habit indicators of progress  voices are familiar songs  each new generation produces its convincing covers life is smelly but you'll always know you are home Rene ~ June 2, 2013 For Randy Pierce and The Mighty Quinn

"Ponytail" by Last Exit up from the soles a restless silken quake this life this absolute death a serenade unapologetic Rene ~ May 26, 2013 For Magpie Tales

"Lighthouse Dandelions" Jamie Wyeth paint yourself striped wildcat  arch your eyebrows  then jiggle the  ice, round  and round in your jelly glass of  sunbeams wink knowingly as the pretty young things  come  and pirouette cleverly  at your feet gypsy soul whisperer father figure  candle on the water Rene ~ May 20, 2013 For Magpie Tales

whisper to me the story of your flight your curious days your sacred nights whisper to me the story of a life you wish for the world to hold and I shall place it like dandelion seeds neath the mouth of forever Rene~May 11, 2013 Photo by Rene  Magpie Tales image by Togan Gokbakar

one last broken word one first bite of skin let heaven and free will ring emancipation thunderclap mistress thirst obscene lips parted full dripping sunset nectar the moon is gold my eyes are green the world is radiant jasper the ceiling endless aquamarine i have bled into the river weeping it knows my name Evangeline Rene ~ May 5, 2013 For Magpie Tales Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt

such a grand old fear that one  the empty page unlit by a new moon fresh times  of dark realization of who and what we truly are we are  holes furiously burned into blinding white paper that no amount of wine prayer,charm or pleading fill so we fuck we fuck to favor our gods and kill our darlings We fuck to free worlds ! worlds like wheels spinning 'round and 'round great expectant moon sanctuaries built on body heat and dirty work we fuck for the thrill of pearls charmed from snakes and silk purses we fuck  for letters from unfaithful muses we fuck for one more midnight enjambment  one more  psalm of inspiration in a keening fuck moan  Writers. Fuck. Rene~2013 Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas via Magpie Tales For 100 Word Song This week's prompt "Dirty Work" by Steely Dan For the love of our words We are fools

Between Heaven and Hell, 1989 by Jacek Yerka you never baked pies that weren't worth the penance why the hell try you never learned how to keep your hands to myself saw no reason why you drew crooked lines with sharp knives, in quicksand (maybes) set in stone got your momma's hair and your daddy's long, long legs rolling soul is your own did i never see? your feet barely grazed the ground i told myself lies time to let you go cut your threads out of my nest gypsy moths fill the sky ......................... it was a fine fall and apples were in season when i said goodbye Rene ~ March 29, 2013 For 100 Word Song - Sorry For It All and Magpie Tales

Picasso, faun-horse-bird, 1936 she sang you in like a sea serpent charmed i'm sure once on her lips a lifetime on your knees begging your once limber tongue now tied in despair poor thing such a pity tempted by that pretty sly bird worse than her song was her empty reward silence and now you dream of diving black horses screaming dragging you down under a shameful sun drowning so easily you surrender your grip freedom Rene ~ March 17, 2013 For Magpie Tales

unsprung kick the bars down set on fire the grey sails scream technicolor,wake the skies riot bright Rene ~ March 14, 2013 For d'Verse Poets Pub - Form For All~Cinquain

Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall  you are the morning sun on my neck and the moon over my shoulder am i the maddest hot magician of your rogue imagination you are my true astrological high and the puller of my tides i ride the waves of your affection balancing physics and nature you are an unfinished blood sonnet a night song a prophet of rhyme i run without stopping to breathe in catching you as you turn away you remind me with the truest eye such great love is not a given i stand tall in the force of your truth kiss your head and leave you to go Rene ~ March 10, 2013 For Magpie Tales , 100 Word Song and d'Verse Poets The 100 Word Song prompt is "Better Dig Two" by The Band Perry and is my d'Verse Poetics: InterActions song choice

Image: ( via Magpie Tales ) TheFoxandRaven     what i made of her: a pouty lipped wringing wet pre-coital national velvet era box top version of liz taylor i left behind in the attic with her narcoleptic libido and her a&p bags  full of half finished coming of age dime store beach trash she a dark secret, a red sash heart murmur, a wicked invention of an adolescent  ouija board imagination she now screams blue,  dripping wet and seething  down my dream halls how DARE I leave! how FUCKED UP to remember! pillow flipping off her midnight power surge i drown her out  in buckets of tidal sweat good lord, girlie go the hell to sleep go to hell to sleep Rene ~ 2013

Norton's Diner, Nashua, NH Photo by Rene a sturdy burger a rich, robust cup a dash of catch up on the local scuttlebutt