Lydia Mae CooleyCypress Mother and the ChildI am asleep in Cypress den “You may dance on my limbs and trust yourself not to fall”Apr 3, 20222Apr 3, 20222
Lydia Mae CooleyA Moment Becomes a LifetimeThe length of time decides itself short today In a full way, like the lifetime inside of a bedtime storyMar 9, 20224Mar 9, 20224
Lydia Mae CooleyStory of Old-New BooksI found myself on the side of the road picking at a pile of used books and rugsFeb 28, 20222Feb 28, 20222
Lydia Mae CooleyThe Lovely Apocalypse- a poem/message/storyPoem is under image, this is my preface-I write to all fellow humans in my full truth. As we communally experience an epic turning point in…Feb 25, 20223Feb 25, 20223
Lydia Mae CooleyWombI felt the full stomach of a pregnant woman today letting love wrap my hand perfectly over the curve of life Underneath our smiles the…Feb 22, 20221Feb 22, 20221
Lydia Mae CooleyAncient IceSuppose my poise is not really mine Held up by ancient ice Un-sculpted and un-frailFeb 18, 20221Feb 18, 20221
Lydia Mae CooleyWar in the RainThe other day my heart dreamt of rain A dream unabided by my stern mind who knows better then to get let downFeb 16, 20221Feb 16, 20221
Lydia Mae CooleyLove Dips Its TongueValentines Day-Observations in their transference to wisdom-A PoemFeb 15, 20222Feb 15, 20222
Lydia Mae CooleyI Do Not Mean to be RudeIs it rude of me to imagine painting faces and flowers on walls with you watering ourselves with plants finding the underside of songsFeb 12, 2022Feb 12, 2022