From NASA with love #80: recalling the one I love

the names of the sisters escape me but seven they are seven the weave of their hair laid across my face hides them from my view clouds my thinking except … but … I should not be here so late alone at night so far from that home of mine why am I here the …

arrow and about

swift and straight it flies like an arrow it must be an arrow it is not me I meander I turn around sometimes but I am an arrow too I arrive to pierce the heart in a roundabout way I stay true through all circumlocutions perhaps maybe it could be me after all if I …

Look what came …

... in the mail today!   ~    

From NASA with love #79: as I was

the most I can see are coloured spots of light the least I call star-shine ~ the night is a life of burn and bright the night is nothing so empty ~

old winter

how old you are dread Winter in the deep of white you keep memories cold and pale and withered I have touched them as I must but every time there has been a price ever and ever a price that claimed from me something I held that was warm there is a chill in you …

among us

he wore his hat brim low to keep his face withdrawn from the light hidden under a shadow didn’t say much in a voice that sounded cracked and dry more a shape than a man drawing dark around him like a cloak filled with nothing no he didn’t say much but if you ever glimpsed …

From NASA with love #83: oh oh-oh-oh

I bow my head you light the fire I bow down low right to the flame you are heat I am desire oh oh-oh-oh I lay so low while you stand up high will you take my hand now by and by light your fire I am the flame oh oh oh-oh-oh ~

From NASA with love #82: you too

I get a little crazy crazy roll my eye at you have you never been have you neverfelt have you always kepyourtonguein where you need it or have you let yourself go crazy crazy roll my eyes at youyou are a little bit crazy I think you might be crazy alittlebit too ~  

into the eye (of the serpent)

the serpent lifts its head I draw back against my will I don’t want that tongue to taste me the air is a treachery carries me on the breeze and soon … soon … I am swaying bending soon … soon … I am deep in serpent eyes it has found me I have no …

while I’m at it …

... I've been a member of a singing group for the last 8 weeks in a program called 'Spring Sing'. IMO, we have done good songing indeed. If you would like to hear a song, penned, as it happens, by myself and my musician wife Leanne, you'll find it on social media, here.   Hope …