bluebutterflyart

TIMID MENDICANT I am a fetus,                     waiting for                   Moon-smiles, reading the sanskrit counting the ceiling tiles. listening to   your heart's, clock, tick tock. looking for the key that unlocks this box. I am dolls eyes, looking out. azure wings of butter flies, Inner conflict , and self doubt. dangling strings, and a little girl's pout. I am a woman, adjudicated and approved, that...  once,                twice,                                several,                   times, removed, I am divided, by the mirror, my reflection never clearer one side  self, one si

DREAMESCAPE Hold the bird in both your hands, sneak past the sleeping dogs, climb the brittle stairs, to the attic, in the  house of your childhood. startle at each step, as wood gives way, beneath your feet. and become aware...           ... you maybe dreaming, At the end of a darkened corridor, enter a  room, laced with spider webs, crinoline, spanish moss, and sunlight, swirling flecks of  dust, dance silent in a stream of light. Pick up the broken  doll on the floor, and say, to yourself,                 "can this be a dream?" Your grandmother's mother, is  looking out the window, sh