We Heal Each Other

 The Sunday Muse  

                                                       Image suggested by Susie Clevenge

pods of gliding life

sliced by time, pain and distance

meet at the crossroads.

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Thirstily Sober

 The Sunday Muse....gosh what a wonderful prompt! Love that kitty!  :D And god knows what I penned looking at the pic...Poor meow ...So lost!

Hic! Hic! Hic!

I just  want  a sip

Last night was very wild

My tummy is aching

Maybe the rat I ate

Still crawling!

Hic! Hic! Hic!

I miss my buddy

Who was wandering in the alley

He chased and chased and was chased

By a car on the other side of the street.

Can I have a sip

In his memory?

Hic! Hic! Hic!

She was unfaithful

And left me for a fool

He was too furry

Looks can be deceptive

I am heartbroken

Just a sip

To ease the pain!

Hic! Hic! Hic!

A heavy heart

And an aching tummy

Makes me very unsteady

Shouldn't I drown myself

In a glass of sherry?

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A Song to my Beloved

The Sunday Muse

                                         "Self Portrait with Accordion" artist Guido Vedovato
 

How lonely it gets

In these lush mountains

Missing the muse of my heart...

Singing paeans to your memories

Brings flashes of happy times

The sweetly fragrant , unruly tresses

The endearing wrinkles and laughter lines

The lusciously tempting  being of yours

Enveloped in the halo of sunshine.

How lonely it gets

In these lush mountains

Missing the muse of my heart...

The haunting folk songs

You crooned in your mellifluous voice

The swirl and twirl of your skirts

And the naughty twinkle in your eyes

You breathed such freshness in my life.

How lonely it gets

In these lush mountains

Missing the muse of my heart...

The emptiness 

On the other half of the bed

Pierces during the night

I take solace in the mountains

In the company of a faithful soul

To calm my aching heart

My eyes flows, as my fingers

Move on the lingering strings.

I am waiting with a broken heart

To meet my other half on the other side.

How lonely it gets

In these lush mountains

Missing the muse of my heart...

(To be honest, didn't know what to write the moment  the prompt popped up. As it is a self portrait by the painter I thought let me write something he must be feeling  remembering his beloved ,while playing that musical instrument.)

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In Wait

 The Sunday Muse

Those floods,

Bring weeping sorrow 

Like a curse crawling

On protruding skin.

Meandering through the valleys

The river roars and sweeps

The length of the plains

With might, beyond one's control

It swallows the broken hearths and hearts

Leaving an emptiness in its path

There is only a flowing, serpentine canvas

Reeling through the muddy debris

Miles and miles of  mirrored reflection

Everything moves, except life

Where is the home where once,

The loved ones  laughed and the birds chirped?

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Roots

 The Sunday Muse

                                                            "Roots" 1943 by Frida Kahlo

      Why should  she bend to

       preconceived

       rules?

In the whimsical world 

She knows, 

She is considered a weakling

To command, to dominate

But, don't forget,

Woman she is

She carries the universe in her womb

Nobody has right to take her for granted

 She makes her own rules and breathes them

To survive in the broken and biased world.

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