by Think In The Morning | Sep 10, 2021 | Words |
Whispers of art speed me through the corridorsWhere ghosts recount ethereal truths and fascinations.Behind so many open doorsThe work of untold imaginations. Library, gallery, curtainThe Ship of TheseusPoe, Wilde, Fitzgerald, BergmanArt can be quite specious. Down...
by Think In The Morning | Sep 3, 2021 | Words |
[Mark Eanes Studio] There is no reasonUnless the reasonWe discoverIncrementally. In the dust,Out of it,Like everything livingWe leave our mark. We growToward the light,Toward the sun,Energy seeking the highest level. We are the only ones to questionThe pull of...
by Think In The Morning | Aug 31, 2021 | Words |
The Lion waits outside the doorEnticed by the smell of fresh meatWithin, the brothel whorePrepares the substance of her treat. Green eyes smilingLion claws the lock.Opening, beguilingAnswering the knock. Babylon sisterTears at his skin.Rips the mane from his...
by Think In The Morning | Aug 29, 2021 | Words |
Tennyson won’t mindIf I steal his words.So many others have done it already.But he won’t appreciateMy conclusion thatThere are no happy endings.Our inner demons ultimatelyBeat out the better angels of our natureOr so I think.Where does my pessimism come...
by Think In The Morning | Aug 24, 2021 | Words |
If stones could speak The asteroids would say In their squeaky voices “Look out!” The moon would drawl John Wayne style as it sauntered along. Mountains would bellow like bears, Hills hiccup. The buttes, crags and mesas would echo Words of comfort to the...
