This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other.
Monday, October 26, 2015
Houdini in Chains
Houdini had been born in a time
when belief in magic was strong and common place
like water to wine
and the mystery of electricity
Handsome and devilishly deft in the ways of human nature
he sought not so much as to trick, as to astound
subtle manipulator, but not enough strength
to escape the binds
of wife and mother
Both laid claims to his body and soul
Mother by birth Wife by fire
neither one cared to untangle the chains
of female bondage
encircling his heart and mind
with duty and desire
Houdini escaped the obvious magician props:
Those ropes never held
These chains are child's play
The Chinese Water Torture; a gift of life
His mother preceded him in death
but he never escaped his wife
who continued to call his name
and summon his body
until she too reached eternity
Desire always wins out in the end
But Mama got there first
Labels:
bondage,
Harry Houdini,
Houdini,
Houdini mother,
Houdini wife,
love,
magic
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.
Saturday, September 26, 2015
The Tourist Train
my thoughts are like a tourist train
slowly moving out of dark forest
towards the limitless ocean
the cars filled with beings
who don’t live here, just visiting
happy children waving
parents cautiously smiling
grandparents tense,
they know where this ends
I sit and watch
suppressing the desire to climb on
slowly moving out of dark forest
towards the limitless ocean
the cars filled with beings
who don’t live here, just visiting
happy children waving
parents cautiously smiling
grandparents tense,
they know where this ends
I sit and watch
suppressing the desire to climb on
Friday, January 2, 2015
New Years Walk
He has a sure and steady stride
like one I used to Love
More like a lope really
a slow giddy-up kind of walk
unburdened by sickness
or frailty
a Knowing is his gait
and a place of purpose to go to
Its all purpose;
the dark blue jeans
the camouflage jacket
the mirrored sun glasses
He is moving through this parking lot
like he owns it
My gaze lingers too long
He turns around to see me
I dont return his look
instead I stare at the blue blue sky
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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