Whisper Dolls

Whisper Dolls

L. Edgar Otto   July 10, 2013


Hi
There
Your face
Fall from grace
First word made of space

White
Noise
Echos
First of light
Hollow praise sea shells

Blocks
Night
Old age
Records music
Yet forgets the song

Stands
Firm
No change
Egg case seeds
Spiral beyond us


Olney on the endless plain
Thousand times around the beach
A thousand named dream lakes marsh bog
Alive amoeba tendrils thru the fog
Reach out to feed on other stars
That fill the sky without shadow gaps
Craters add to faces, canals of mars

Oh Mare maid, Sphere Virgin in the godhead
In your mortal life why that Owl you wed
Moons and rivers flowing red hysteria
Swooning for the mustached corporal
White noise on bridal sheets the proof
Martyrdom but once redeemed in sacrifice
Appease volcanoes before your age of ice

A million years from the stone age
Ingrained our ancient tongues

The scarabs navigate by the milky way
Ropes in the prairie trailing compass straight

Covered wagons stop short of the great divide
Sod cabin in white out saved the canary for
A little bit of color and memory of its song
Long the wagon wheels leaving scars but
Once to use the lids of canning jars
Twice warmed wood cutting and its fires
Life a corkscrew cannot escape the rime

Where the music seeks the tone that's near
All then fixed so lost by improvisation
Chaos as disruptive laughter cycles in the
Twelve tones of the zodiac so no escaping
Return to sign, to dust, to water seeking levels
Enter Eros a thirteenth disciple, no endless fall
Our petty love not smaller than a grain of sand

On a lake at night, my lantern for to cling
Attracting mayflies and flames consuming moths
A thousand double stars, pairs of eyes do not know
In reflection I can see them gazing silent, still

Dry
Mud
Falls out
Baby teeth
Log cabin wind draft

Old
Coin
Chickens two
Hoover every pot

Lost
Bones
Wash ashore
Of reign deer and man

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Kerry's Wednesday Challenge ~ Rhapsody   for imaginary garden