I stole from the groom,
Then gave to the bride;
I went to her room
And locked myself inside.
Here is nonsense--
God is a woman
Who lives in outer space;
And when she cries, it snows
Little lace-drops from her face.
Here is truth--
A bouquet is on the sill,
And a garter on the bed;
The wolves live in the snowy woods,
Her tracks lead there instead.
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Your spare words are freighted with SO much power and insinuation!
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Meaning inside meaning-like cloisonne boxes inside Faberge eggs.(Possibly with a poisoned prong somewhere, so best to open very carefully...)If it wasn't physically impossible for me, I'd be speechless.As it is, I'm just mumbling 'whew..."
ReplyDeleteGood one, Shay. I love the footsteps leading to the wolves. And the little lace drops when God cries. You have such a gift!!!!!!!
ReplyDeletethank you for a post that for the first time for me didn't take all night to piece it together right so that it made the most sense to someone a tad off kilter.
ReplyDeletebeautiful! i POPPED OVER FROM cOMFORT sPIRAL!
ReplyDeletegLAD i DID!
gOD bLESS you!
OOPS- I have a caps lock affliction!
John
I like this sighting of the feral girl. :)
ReplyDeleteTruth Lies and Nonsense, I like it :-)
ReplyDelete"And when she cries, it snows
ReplyDeleteLittle lace-drops from her face." Your imagery is always stellar, Shay.
Wow...that's all I can say....
You are such a strong no bs writer.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing Fireblossom !
Lead on, my friend...
ReplyDeleteGod is a woman
ReplyDeleteWho lives in outer space;
And when she cries, it snows
Little lace-drops from her face.
I'll go with that!
I seem to remember this from Sunday School . . .
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