Without you alive, We have a complicated relationship
Guitar, keyboard, multi track console no longer
react to your fine strong musician hands
Just as the Silver New Mexican Squirrel
tries to select a host that is the least toxic
we sought that in each other and tried
to mitigate the poison in our work environment
When you come to me now
as a Ponderosa Pine Loving Squirrel:
It feels to taunt me!
Was it you who stood in the doorway
dressed in Silver Costume?
Was it you who slowly crossed the kitchen tiles?
Was it you who spread the contagious
but necessary spores into my new life?
When my mutation is complete
we will encircle the Gila Forest
pupate in the secret Kiva
adopt Mimbres culture
and slowly return to Being Human
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Silver Squirrels
Tru Dillon has been involved in art since she was born. Drawing, painting, singing and writing have captured her interest above all else. She wrote her first book of poems at 12 years of age and has since written many more poems and is hoping someday to create another book of her poetry. For now she is content to write on the World Wide Web. To contact Tru Dillon please go to her web page http://poemandprose.wordpress.com/ and send her a comment.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
The Glow
trembling
from the cool night air
he awoke
with a start
confused,
his mind started to
reassemble
a sense of where he was
a forest
surely, and oh yes,
on a walk
in the late afternoon heat,
tired, he
laid down just to rest
an
effortless sleep
followed
his slowing mind.
penetrating
the darkness
a faint
light, a glow
voices
quietly chanting
something
unfamiliar
something
comforting
he rose
and stumbled
towards
it
he was
not alone
small and
not-small animals
drawn to
this, this, he wasn’t sure
but he
did know his soul wouldn’t
be
complete without …
Monday, May 28, 2012
Ouija Board
How smooth the hand of God as it
glides across the Ouija Board
13 stood naked that virgin night
clothes ignored near cold feet
They crossed the graveyard in pitch black
running to The Tree
A delicate wrought iron fence encircles it
ancient by all accounts and
no bigger than the human form
"From her heart it sprang" was whispered
no one knew the rituals origin, just
that is must be performed
Yellowed headlights shaft through the forest
scorching full blown milky innocence
scattering the moths burnt by the flame
ouija ouija ouija
Tru Dillon has been involved in art since she was born. Drawing, painting, singing and writing have captured her interest above all else. She wrote her first book of poems at 12 years of age and has since written many more poems and is hoping someday to create another book of her poetry. For now she is content to write on the World Wide Web. To contact Tru Dillon please go to her web page http://poemandprose.wordpress.com/ and send her a comment.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Word Spider
The word spider crept
across the page
turning this way, turning
that way
looking for the meaning of
its existence
and placing one leg down a
little too hard
as if stepping on thin ice
cracks spread out in every
direction
she did not fall through
but it was more than she
could handle
shrinking back to her
corner
she pondered what it all
meant
Thursday, May 17, 2012
A New Consequence
This is the beginning.
Would this also be the end?
Tru Dillon has been involved in art since she was born. Drawing, painting, singing and writing have captured her interest above all else. She wrote her first book of poems at 12 years of age and has since written many more poems and is hoping someday to create another book of her poetry. For now she is content to write on the World Wide Web. To contact Tru Dillon please go to her web page http://poemandprose.wordpress.com/ and send her a comment.
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