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finding wisdom



and be consumed


and be aroused


and be embraced


and be enlightened


and be satisfied

I am sensory & excited & loved & warmed & in Awe…

and I teach how to Be

© dld o6.16.13

The Last Hooka Dive

it’s hard to hear when the babies cry
and more difficult to make out what the announcer says at the Kentucy Derby

it’s unrealistic to know how many syllables are uttered from the linguistics professor
and mighty hard to decipher mime

i’m not sure when the sun is at high noon
and please, don’t rely on me to tell you when the moon is full,
not unless you’d like me to count the box jellyfish?

there may be fires burning out of control,
but if i don’t see the choppers’ buckets dipping, i couldn’t tell you that san diego’s ablaze

i do know when there’s a shark approaching,
the schoals of fish scurry so when they’re near
though i can’t tell you if they are white or grey or blue whales, for that matter

if i touch you, would you feel slimy?
… would your skin slough when i pat your back?

i cannot remember what liquorice tastes like for it’s scent is not so aromatic, i’m without the aro

the best i can tell, it’s awfully hard to do much
when underwater and you die within minutes
without air… all the rest are just memories that i keep,
but don’t remember why.

~dld November 8th, 2010


prompt – underwater

I Wanted To Tell You

At the laundrymat

there are vending machines

so you may buy detergent for those tough stains or a milder brew for those delicates that need a softer touch to pounding out the day’s events.

There are also choices for softening and refreshing.

And if you wish not to know what it was that left a stain

there is bleach

which comes powedered or liquid

either one works to erase all memories of what you did or had done to you by someone you care not to remember

because they violated your honour

your purpose

your being.

Any item you choose from the machine on the wall

will make a remarkable difference in the cloth that you clothe yourself in

so that I may find you

because I do wish to find you

and tell you that last night

you were a gentleman with gentle ways

speaking ever-so gently to me

as you bent down to touch my face

and wipe the blood from my battered skin

to let me know that someone cared enough to tend to a battered woman

left for dead in a crowd of ordinary folks, passing by.

 Thank you. 

-dld august 30, 2010


T10 writing prompt = In A Crowd

Don’t Wait For A Brass Ring

The damage was done.

That is how it ended.

All for naught, I’m afraid – and still am, as I cower behind today’s copy of Stars & Stripes.

New to these types of things, I read the headline and found that I really am all alone.

I wasn’t sure how the paper even got printed, and with such accurate details and accounts of the events.

But there it was, in bold, upper-case, Helvetica, 72pt; covering the first fifth of the page…

So I looked. As I focused attentions to the scenery, the brilliance of the light made my eyes tear.

Two suns, two waning moons, and the sky, a colour that can’t be explained or described except for

the aura-glow that cast shadows shading beauty on everything.

I’ve no one to share this with!

Not a soul to touch, to dance exhuberantly with.

The voice that came to my sleep last night, told me that I would be at peace,

so then, why do I feel empty and ashamed?

I wasn’t supposed to be this way, drained, weak and spirit-spent.

And I wasn’t supposed to have lived a full, accomplished life,

having never found love.
I guess we do go out the way we came in… damned LIFE…dangling sparkley-things and dropping crumbs along the road.

Always to reach for,

Never to attain.

dld o8.24.1o
for T10, The damage was done, prompt.


the book on the nightstand has a thin blanket of stardust

rendering her body to his glances every night for the past 43 weeks she readies herself a tepid bath with oils a few candles & sandalwood incense, for mood she settles in, with eyes closed the caress of her skin … Continue reading

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