Oh! Lady Bright!

Lady brightOh! Lady Bright

sleeping so calm
after the tempest of light

beneath~ in her tomb~
rest a lady bride

she was soft in words
and brave in love
may be God bless her
after an outrageous dead

all in asleep around her cold limbs
the flowers, the dew, the stones
all is so gelid
How Lady still blaze ?

for each insult and lies
suffered in her life

the wicked that pass by
in disguise
shed a tear and for forgiveness they sigh

Now its too late for them
lifeless in their violence
have to pass by there
and a cold tear to condemn

for the rest of their numb life

Oh! Lady Bright
how do you still shine?

A pain from one Dodo leaf poetess!

(I cried warm today
how repressed tears in a big dam.
I cried for you.

because you are not

in your Dodo’s ~ Leaf place~

in tears i am

in blue i search

words to make you happy)

The Doc wants to reduce you to a simple leaf

of course  he  dont know about the  importance

and  the incredible spirit

built in the branches of an old tree!

Came on Doc, say at once

Am i will die?

NO, no , no
do you know who I Am
I am  a Dodo Poetess

the last one, i am in extinction
numbers  could do not come to me
statistics  could not  rules me

Better you fix me and quickly

before the ornithologist comes after you

I need time to find  another Dodo

and do a lot of little Dodos too

Are you sad  now Doc?

worried? Sick?

OH! Must be !!! Bvery-funny-cartoon-dodo-bird-3d-renderingut
i have something for  you
A leaf print on the wind

for  your hard  heart

that beats in disorder
the delicacy of one Heather
that dissolves and sometimes burn

for stuffy nose and your lack of imagination
Some Dave in the Wood

or in the garden, 2 times a day!

for remembering something lost years ago
walk  just one time a week!

through the alleys At midnight hour
to   cry and to  sooth your soul

and remember…..
and for relief  a pain that comes from a  Dodo  Leaf Poetess?

What you can do Doc?

Oh! Please!

be reasonable

A piece of paper and a pinch of black   ink!

Please me ~make me dream~

slowly, Go ahead and cry
they are tears from ~water dreams~

that disband and disperse
while you sleep
i can hear it, from my side of
out of your dreams

they will come to a end
your soul you will feel light
Because tears never hurt
Tears wash!

you know how is this
last nigh was my turn
but mine ~ soaked my soul~
with sobs
~being more and more revealing~

I cant lie anymore!

chuva

if each time i remember him
you deeply dive on me
pretending to swim

in a place that is for you to cry….

So, Please me and
make me dream again

I don’t know change the tire!

estrada Sumaré

I cry for some few reasons
when I dont have a chocolate cake
when they break my W&N kit paint
When i hear that familiar sound

Oh! just needed to rolling by the road
but
the blast holding my arms
shaking me and saying to me
you have to change the tire!

What???

AH! At this moment
hot tears
flowing out of me
not precious and fine
transparent and contained
so convenient
but together with hiccups
and convulsions
inconvenient

am i ~ thick ~ enough?
What did i wrong?
i will shake my butt
and the fingers too
to ask for a scarf
and a big man to do

Nothing more was broken
or in pieces by the road
not more tears just feeling
the song of my motor

Saracen woman – Day 27

M Morgan ~

I’ll see you there
weaving in the rock
turning the wheel
continuous and numbing
using your hands sticking your fingers
weaving yarns in your unfinished story

trapped, lonely
I’ll see you there

No need to be
Mother or Wife
An enchanted Moorish
sitting on her stone , bewitched
guarding her  treasure for herself

forgotten, dreamy
I’ll see you there

causing nightmares
singing their songs
telling their stories
leaving your children in the window
just to see the pine rocking

no chances, forced
I’ll see you there

passionate for your lost love
being what you dont want to be
draw into wires, spinning

Image
sitting on her tinny place and
embroidering!

Dying!

Goodbye Mom!!