In love with life and all of its foibles.
First name Maries Matronymic bestowed with intention In holy reverence; a family tradition Valiantly named for French ideals
By Aspen Marie 10 months ago in Poets
Why does sadness stick Like a pinecone In my throat The last ten minutes Of the Wild Robot Tears flow Down my cheeks
Phanes pressed his thumb to my brow Bringing to life my universe This self-concept, roughly shaped through compression and expansion
Signs and symbols in daily use To navigate a life Well loved And moderately lived We heed stop signs With care and attention
The Looking Glass Self Is shaped by your reflection Handed back to you By the angling of the mirror Held by others A perspective to shape your identity
How could I have So deeply adored Such a flawed human Your actions; no compass To set my course by Many disreputable choices you made
Feelings are not facts A mantra worth repeating Heart will attempt to sell you All manner of wild tales To suit its deep desires
Argentine tango is a seductive tool Transfiguring desire into sequential steps Cuadrado pattern repeated Until performed without thought
By Aspen Marie 11 months ago in Poets
A walking X-ray machine Certified PhD Confidently putting my finger On the fracture Clear as day Their posture, their words
Urban scoundrels engaged In silent skulking Upon twilight’s rising They hunt for mice Determined leaps Diving into tall grass
I recommend you play with clay Malleable and wobbling It may take any form you wish With enough skill and practice Wounded people are living sculptures
Reality no longer required Filters and masks Gladly revise uniqueness Into pigeon-hole ideals My work is no longer complete
