Kitchen table a pink vase
Misty inspiration that lurks
Roaring twenties glossy chase
My crystal gut feeling
Today the roses might bloom
Fresh flowers a hoping ship
Under tables lyrics fall over
The place and the violet hues
My fancy has no bounds
Beyond three-dimensional street song
I keep in my roseheart a strong blindfold
The keys and coded allure
The chase and the flame
The siren goes a depth deeper
Under the table
Petals Vase memoirs
Of my budding heart.
Leftovers from the last night dishes
Faded days pastured alley-cat paws
That chuckles my dainty days.
Arrows I shot and killed my mirror
Still my oath to the miracle
Magic mondays swimming a great tenth
Kohl-eyed retraced strokes
Back and forth
Butterflies in and out of the squeaky screaming
Foggy smoky November geraniums
I journeyed for the hardest gem
Generations and cults
Population of the earth, ripped jeans
Recitation reconciliation omens
My black cat knows her nails
Sticky situation sat down and
Jot down a missing puzzle
The lights still on
Stillness and November
My daring swimming strokes.
The thumping of my beats evoke
A swim of silence
where I enshrined our flag.
Today you graved it to the deepest earth,
Over a muddied red garden.
Soddy seeds we sowed,
With Time's haunting lullaby
Tears glisten them to grow up.
But my threads are now rock-solid
To clamp down our red string.
Looking through the tunnel of desire
A Childish fabric I tore up
And skinned in a silken robe.
Two fishtails scoop over each other
And when they rub open the surface
The mystery dissolved in coloured
Our island is now safely nestled in a
Firmly assured secrecy
And each night I sleep
In my Lord’s fifth Dimension.
Praying for our rarest gem to live on.
Going home with plucked petals
Monsoon passed by
Before it's a long haul
Chain reaction and smokehauled gains
Blurry blue-eyed when night comes
Your fingers smudged with dedication
Carmen everyman ubiquitous trance
Earphoned humming among bazaar nights
Keeper of bonhomie and musk-rosed gaze
La-la land of my native town
Diving deeper than skin-deep high
My mourning Electra phase
Jotting scribbling karmic case
What happens when the casement is open
Deep vulnerability that paints
A shipwrecked muddy condition
Moss-flared bushes that topple
Kindle one’s la femme cupid arrow
Sun dizzy fuzzy pixie maniac trance
Skull tripping skin and bones
Femme fatality scheming negative
Sly wisdom that ends with digging a soul whole
A single blossom a new Millenium of ragpatched haul
I come home
Kindled fiery furry fuzzy.
Eyes drenched drowned
Keepsake of bidding
For nothing comes secondhand
The classical needs patience
Rigorous and masculine
Sharp strong willpower
A force to be reckoned with
Must I force away my unkept
The weary afterwards
The smitten Hallows
That come with showy penchant land
No it's not easy to trifle with;
The comebacks are noontide waves
Smudgy sickly affairs
That whiplash covert paint strokes
We are holy war heroes
Greenest in the month of June
Neruda and his Sea maiden
Pioneer in tricolor lands
The smoky flags
Feminine Electra eclectic show
A nuanced-up way to trifle with
A gentle dew at my fingertips
Its truant sweetness
That comes after much reflection
I landed on my shipwrecked land
Trees feathers hammock spaced
Breezy with springtime hawk
My time is up
A binding and hope and a full stop.
Moments’ fury futuristic
One hand talks of many soul
Thirsty collarbone collaboration
I flew a burning rod
Up in the air
The answers came running
A slapstick humor a cherry on top
People's person coveted all smiled on top
Masked alleys don't show
Looking doing saying in the momentum
For other's sake
When the surface overflows
The river runs amuck
Then looking for another face
Maybe too immune to open up
Wholesale mercurial fast business
Where is one soul
My oversoul I keep looking for
High hopes integrity hat
Childlike wonders in these masked alleys
The pied piper blows on
Children of heaven
Of synchronized floodgates
May flower cup
A single ooze of life itself
In its momentum in its glory
In one candle is peace
In its saintly attentiveness
Old soul frisky papers
I found my home.
Inspiration is the timid beast that comes to your open hand once you’ve fallen asleep having given up trying to coax it from its hiding place.
Our thanks to Sayani Muhkerjee for today’s intriguing poetry, as we say good-bye to November and gird up our loins for the December crush.
Join El Dorado County Poet Laureate Lara Gularte for tonight’s stop along ED County’s Poet Laureate Trail, this one in the Cameron Park Library, with a free workshop at 5:30pm, followed by a reading and open mic at 7pm.
Some new events have popped up on our radar, with two for Saturday. Second Saturdays at the Brickhouse will feature Terry Moore at 8pm, with open mic sign-ups at 7:30pm. And, also on Saturday, Straight Out Scribes will talk about the meaning and significance of Kwanzaa (including poems and stories), with two programs: one at 2pm and the other at 2:30pm, at the Culture Collection store in the Florin Center in Sacramento. Also just in: Sacramento Poetry Center will feature Bunkong Tuon and Clint Margrave online next Monday, 7:30pm. Click UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS at the top of this column for details about these and other future poetry events in the NorCal area—and keep an eye on this link and on the Kitchen for happenings that might pop up during the week.
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