tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post7443556916465685492..comments2023-10-28T12:58:15.298-03:00Comments on Lady AstorĀ“s Tea Party: A CycleLady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-52904158556253057742010-07-19T19:30:06.186-03:002010-07-19T19:30:06.186-03:00Before It's Over
They say in dreams a house ...Before It's Over<br /><br /><br />They say in dreams a house is a metaphor for a life<br />Windows open to the world, mysterious eyes seeking snowfall,<br />slush debris, snarls of auto travelers rushing through<br /><br />Hidden inner rooms may appear, unsought buried treasure<br />Deep within decorated walls, a smiling child painting with excrement<br />Dimpling, she offers scented flowers never known to earth's earnest soil<br /><br />Silly dreams, silly living, skillfully denying, <br />making much of<br />a molehill here or there<br /><br />Mountains are metaphors for achievement<br />Struggling like Sisyphus, discovering like Pythagoras<br />basic relationships on which to build<br /><br />Empires, like species of mystic birds<br />emerge from glowing flame, flogging slaves to<br />roll those rocks from imperial graves up the peaks of glory<br />Like family, and its social cognates, enslave to stories:<br />"This is who we are."<br /><br />February snowing through conflated years<br />Fear was my ally, hailing me on, hugging<br />with glorious laughter, carrying my steps through<br />onerous trails -- and those ebullient ecstasies of survival<br />Drunk on the gold that surpasseth science or light<br />Touching the cold sting, letting the song sing through me<br />Do you?<br />Feel the music? Abandon your amygdala to dance free<br />awhirl in a swirl of laughing snow?<br />In dreams, inchoate, unremembered, do we relive those<br />moments of bliss to keep us balanced, to give courage in a life<br />less lived, less honored?<br /><br />Old, glazed-over eyes seek momentary solace, look long,<br />longingly, into a silly mist of snow beyond windows closed<br />securely against the cold. A dreamworld revealed,<br />in the interplay of eyes and mind<br /><br />February 27, 2010libramoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06077072773341726387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-88287903058340464972010-07-16T20:51:19.542-03:002010-07-16T20:51:19.542-03:00Thank you for your kind words!
It would be good i...Thank you for your kind words!<br /><br />It would be good if we had something like that over here...Lady Astorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-59168043511483156302010-07-01T21:13:56.771-03:002010-07-01T21:13:56.771-03:00Your elegant descriptions of him and personable ph...Your elegant descriptions of him and personable photo insure that he'll be well remembered. <br /><br />In the U.A. we have something called an Advance Directive that hospitals help patients with, to avoid the wrong decisions made in sad declines.Fast Filmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06235163769641844531noreply@blogger.com