starlight poetry
far journeys
sending you poetry
by starlight
early morning, thumps on back door - above brief message attached to following Halloween poems, and! who sends poetry by starlight? - please contact us (Frosty, Tama and I) if you know (or work with/heal via starlight) - did have a brief glimpse of the entity below flitting through aspen and aster:
and, the poems. . .
Tiny witch
names me leprechaun:
young eyes still clear
Slowly shadows
circle the park
swirling dead leaves
The monster mash
makes my stupid feet move
into the mystic
At the first bend
black & white dog & warlock
stirring river mist
poetry by Chase (shares home with Chris Faiers)
here's a like(able)ly suspect, Karla Linn Merrifield, known for having worked with starlight:
What
light
now breaks
and enters
my untethered mind?
Gardenias under the moon.
Tama suggests Patricia Carragon as a starlight fairy. . .
the goddess meows
Kishigawa’s good fortune
calico blessings
(Kishigawa is the depot where
Tama was station master)
Charlie Mehrhoff, suggesting starlight messages are based on love:
The sun rises in my heart, I call it love.
Every leaf of me.
dreaming . . . Dennis Rhodes suggests starlit dreams
is what
your mind does
when you
get out of
its way.
Frosty's (first) suggestion:
Sinews of primeval goddesses
stretch and shrink with sentient
engagement in all dimensions
of earthen interaction, the
visceral foreshadows of their
forever sacred embrace.
Frosty's (second) suggestion. . .
'whoever will surely send further info via the next starlit night, and now, treats and belly rubs for all! (two treats for Jo Balistreri!)'
ok, Froster. . .
see you in a moment
ayaz daryl nielsen
darylayaz@me.com
(or)
darylayaz@gmail.com
far journeys
sending you poetry
by starlight
early morning, thumps on back door - above brief message attached to following Halloween poems, and! who sends poetry by starlight? - please contact us (Frosty, Tama and I) if you know (or work with/heal via starlight) - did have a brief glimpse of the entity below flitting through aspen and aster:
and, the poems. . . Tiny witch
names me leprechaun:
young eyes still clear
Slowly shadows
circle the park
swirling dead leaves
The monster mash
makes my stupid feet move
into the mystic
At the first bend
black & white dog & warlock
stirring river mist
poetry by Chase (shares home with Chris Faiers)
here's a like(able)ly suspect, Karla Linn Merrifield, known for having worked with starlight:
What
light
now breaks
and enters
my untethered mind?
Gardenias under the moon.
Tama suggests Patricia Carragon as a starlight fairy. . .
the goddess meows
Kishigawa’s good fortune
calico blessings
(Kishigawa is the depot where
Tama was station master)
Charlie Mehrhoff, suggesting starlight messages are based on love:
The sun rises in my heart, I call it love.
Every leaf of me.
dreaming . . . Dennis Rhodes suggests starlit dreams
is what
your mind does
when you
get out of
its way.
Frosty's (first) suggestion:
Sinews of primeval goddesses
stretch and shrink with sentient
engagement in all dimensions
of earthen interaction, the
visceral foreshadows of their
forever sacred embrace.
Frosty's (second) suggestion. . .
'whoever will surely send further info via the next starlit night, and now, treats and belly rubs for all! (two treats for Jo Balistreri!)'
ok, Froster. . .
see you in a moment
ayaz daryl nielsen
darylayaz@me.com
(or)
darylayaz@gmail.com
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