Lady Serenity

When Lady Serenity
saw me, she swerved.

Her detour a reminder not to dwell on anxiety.

I want to absorb the tempo of my female hero.

Go with her on a journey. We’ll decide.

Fill a syrup-colored packing case with maps loosely packed.

Plan our getaway on the backs of envelopes.  Take me with you.

“Live and love as if there’s no tomorrow.” I wish she’d said to me.

“Die to tomorrow.”

Add as a P.S.


Poetry Challenge #26: Redemption Songs






on the horizon.

No longer is she fearful
Bridget, driving to pharmacy
with her guitar slung on the
back seat of her rental car.

No more a victim of her relationships
gone sour. All the hours of the 24.

The sky is her mirror. A surge of
images linked to Freedom, Equality,
Liberty seek her out in this vulnerable

She claims what is due to her.

No longer will she swim against
the tide. A hermit beneath her
surface smile.

She is an America, and a redhead. Godammit!
Her hair is red on her head,
and red on her bush. The trees

Three days from now on Thursday
at 19.30 at Bar Brigitte, in Paris,
France. She will sing her songs of

Redemption songs.

In front of an audience of critics and
strangers she will sing her self-penned
songs. She will not be afraid of speaking

No sooner said
and a mockingbird appears
to make a mechanical noise.

Not three seconds pass
before her shadow self
mocks her metamorphosis.

Refusing to be altered, she
gazes strongly at her shadow
self and whispers, “Cool it,

“Welcome to the world, child,
this song is for you.”

Poetry Challenge #25: Untitled

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Born again. Another day. Regenerated, cells reprised.

Always. Change. Still. Constant.
Sleep is our exile: from birth to exile.

In our dreams we perform twice-hourly spacewalks to retrieve (several) film cassettes.

The purpose of this lonely circling rendezvous is to move and shake in mystical states, in anticipation of the cliffhanger scene when we forget our safe world in the lonely circle and fail to return from our dreams.

How quickly the lighted taper of our existence burns to vapor, as we fade to black on Earth’s surface.

Return home to our seedpods, in a distant sky with different stars. Far from the astronomer’s gaze.

With our Earth eyes disabled, we use transcendental meditation to put the finishing touches to our minds.

At the time of writing, our film is Untitled.


Poetry Challenge #24: Two Bodies

Two bodies speak to each other in smoke rings.

Signals blown back and forth. The mysterious air

between the pair: cloaking their mystery.

What are they saying? Is language extinct?

Are words with all their meanings pinned

down. Frozen. Stiff.

No map no GPS

Poetry Challenge #23: Forgiven

She adds the tragic loss of her daughter “Michele” to the mystery of how humankind came to be here on Earth.

If God’s people cannot agree on the Beginning of Time, her wish is that her daughter will never trace her and save herself the disappointment of discovering the tale of her beginning  —


Upon a Time.”

Her homeland is a primitive island in the midst of the Caribbean Sea.

“Learning to reading



was reserved for the rulers of the island.

As Michele grows up, she will want to be read to at night. What

will her mother tell her? Should she say that her eyesight is poor.

              *        *       *

My illiterate, mother.

I span her like a shadow self,

calling out her name. “Frances”.


Step into my tracks, Frances. Frances.

Tell me your life story. In my dreams

you are a lifesaver.


You are a palm reader. You read palms.

You read me every night.

There beside me…. whispering incantations,

telling me what comes next…

Replacing fairytales? Replacing


I remember who I am today.


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Poetry Challenge: #22: Coup de foudre

Am I genetically predisposed to be, forever, landlocked?

And, at the onset of my awakening, is that why 

Coup de foudre sounds

to my innocent ears, like —

Cup of Finding.

But as I grow older and wiser (maybe)… I

grow to accept the dictionary definition of Coup de foudre. 


“Love at first sight

and, bolt



Of reachable sky. Omnipotent/all-powerful shelter.

In consideration of the seven billion [+] combinations of DNA living and breathing (just) individual lives on this planet: this blue interrupted Planet Earth.


sometimes, call home.

When it suits us.  Depending on our native spirit, and, where,

we come from, (ab) originally.

“I tend to be locked in my own world and find it difficult to understand how other people think and feel.”

Love, Sara


“and when we speak we are afraid 

our words will not be heard 

nor welcomed 

but when we are silent 

we are still afraid 

So it is better to speak 


we were never meant to survive”

And when the sun rises we are afraid 

it might not remain 

when the sun sets we are afraid 

it might not rise in the morning 

when our stomachs are full we are afraid 

of indigestion 

when our stomachs are empty we are afraid

we may never eat again 

when we are loved we are afraid 

love will vanish 

when we are alone we are afraid 

love will never return

and when we speak we are afraid 

our words will not be heard 

nor welcomed 

but when we are silent 

we are still afraid 

So it is better to speak 


we were never meant to survive.”

Audre Lorde, The Black Unicorn: Poems

And still I dream.

“Sometimes we are blessed with being able to choose the time and the arena, and the manner of our revolutions, but more usually we must do battle where we are standing.”

 In his monumental work ‘In Search of Lost Time‘, Marcel Proust transposed under the name of Balbec.

trans·pose  (trns-pz)

v. trans·posed, trans·pos·ing, trans·pos·es

1. To reverse or transfer the order or place of; interchange.

2. To put into a different place or order: transpose the words of a sentence. See Synonyms at reverse.

3. Mathematics: To move (a term) from one side of an algebraic equation to the other side, reversing its sign to maintain equality.

4. Music: To write or perform (a composition) in a key other than the original or given key.

5. To render into another language.

6. To alter in form or nature; transform.


1. Music. To write or perform music in a different key.

2. To admit of being transposed.

n. Mathematics (trnspz)

A matrix formed by interchanging the rows and columns of a given matrix.

Coup de foudre

Pronunciation: [coo d(eu) foodr(eu)]

Meaning: bolt of lightning, love at first sight.