Ghost
In for the long hall
Who’s my aunt, Ma? —
Whose legendry smile lives in the past. My
Aunt Cookie pearls me invisible bakes
Where to wear her heirloom cakes? — a magical
hug, a rug which casts time travelers throw
Color checks post blanket security code
Crotchet’s companion worn with magic pj’s
Checkers protect my oaky square head
Never far ways outweigh the weight of my dread.
Measures the cook in the longest hall, her strange
er — dang! What comforting leisure —smells just delish!
Cookie knits trust. Wealth’s home; a lone dish
Never to be seen here never to be heard
An adult tenet ever my childhood quest
Drawing long straws, the whistle’s been whet, the
fear piles on high non-night brave my pretend
What’s hung in the hall pulls on some ghostly thread
It haunts in the pantry of yester-year. Tap, tap
taps, to flute on my coveted bed — Just a
bambini foal in a dense whittle forest
plea’s show me how to read these sacred waters?
“Watch out!” —
throws a treat from my sweet-smelling bread…
“Heads up below, to find a-head
a trouble-free path…a laugh,” she said
Once more knows there’s too much yell in the house
of yellow fumes black as nostrils break gates as
pock-ellipse grabs as maracas peacock, as
coconuts shake as mad as hell. Struth’s
a screwball, is faith not a bank but a buttered
bonk from slipping on wasted bananas?
But trust charges the cards onward and upwards
to hunt the thrall not for joy’s longing but searching long halls for the
shortest path
Trust beats to the drum of a sun park of fun
Sometimes blue but never sour. When keyless dark
ness-lock monsters call upon mature hour
returns to run a king-hit red sky, hello
warming draws in its welcome home sign. Because
inside a once upon gold happy hour
shy's a micro-garden to gold-plated fool
With a host of a smile always
living for now
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being — Carl Jung
🪶Forever look up to find a forest of trust…a guiding hand from a passerby…an invisible hug with a ghost of a smileდ
🪶Jaylee, Reign —
With a wilderness heart❧
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May a little tap of yellow drip sunshine goodness upon your day💛❧
🪶Trust in the art of your intuitive nature if your wish to find your shortest path homeდ
When living with violence in part of the home it can feel as if you are in it for the long haul, living in a dead-end street with nowhere safe to turn. John Hansen demonstrates with the power of his craft what a difference one person can truly make. Thank you, John for opening the curtains & shedding light on domestic abuse — Your powerful poem goes a long way to changing the story & healing this deep societal wound. I encourage all to take a moment to read his poem & share…
In gratitude to our beautiful soul sister Hollie Petit, Ph.D. who shows us how trusting in nature’s sweet embrace will help us find our way to the shortest path to an artisan soul…
To reflect on the shimmering hues of an informative host, you may wish to read Aparna Singhs insightful senryū to discover an enlightened world full of light & shade:
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