Rush on rum, sax and drum
A blue note, a love note for you
Oh sweet blindness, drink of kindness
I spy your heart, traveled far for you
Laughing with the boys, beat above the noise
Rush on rum, life on the run to you
poetry
Mischief in the Fire
Language is my orchestra
sometimes a lullaby
Emotion is the music
the Poet’s heart lives by
In the silence of my dreams
words go dancing through
An image just to beautiful
all logic out of view
An artist lives within me
a way of beating all the odds
The thorn on the rose bush
pricks discovery once again
All children start out poets
I just cannot let that go
Stir the mischief in the fire
and let enchantment flow
Gratitude
I walk by the gulf
the tide is out
the moon wanes half past blue
The salty brine
soothes my feet
and wildflowers thread the dunes
Jade green water
laps at the shore
my inner cathedral sings praise
I whisper to you
with gratitude
for the gift of another day.
Not in this cage of flesh and bone…
I heard there was a party
not in this cage of flesh and bone
Since little or no magic’s here
I’m moving down the road
An invitation to the party
send me an inviting card
Just laughing in the Twilight
leaving earth won’t be so hard
I have visited the gutter
slept in a palace grand
I’m just a wandering woman
Shadowing the Promise Land
I was a lady lost in fiction
in love with a liar’s moon
Now Truth is my addiction
time will be forgotten soon.
Midnight Hour
Time is not a matter here
in the midnight hour
I sing to you my love song
though it be worn and tattered
I fell the deep wells of danger
of both your Joy and Light
To such will be the way of it
beneath the looming night
Come endure the midnight hour
where language has no name
Yet Hope and Hardship mingle
with your Faithfulness and Grace
All the tourists have gone away…
All of the tourists have gone away
there are no more t-shirts for sale today
The rest of the locals are raising a toast
back to the quiet and the pull of the moon
No footprints in the sand, no hurrying to do
There is no other sky like October blue
the deep blue waves call out to you
My heart is captured by the lure of the Sea
That autumn wind still carries me
I want to walk on the beach in my old sweatshirt
just looking for shells and listen to the surf
All He Ever Got Right
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The silence seeped into the windows
like a room that has been shut up for some time
where a fly hits the glass over and over
with the same result and rhyme
We use to dance to Brown Eyed Girl
and drink Elderberry wine
I could swear she was an angel
when she said her heart was mine
A man can mess up so many things
still she stayed with me through the night
Now I make my final days with only her
for in the end she is all that I ever got right
Fried Eggs
My brain feels fried but it’s just my eggs
a guy on the street gave a shout out to my great legs
There were sundry ways on hand to paralyze my pain
until I learned to persist and come back round again
Coming back round to get my feet on the ground
coming back round to what’s always been true
I have more than all I lack, in you
Renew my mind in a single stride
is all it takes to move me down this crazy road.
Fiddler
Part of me just won’t show
what she needs or what she knows
the anger lies beneath the wind
the fury stirs it up again
what did I think would happen
what do I have to lose
turn my mourning into dancing
I put on my high heel shoes
I can’t drown my sorrow
breathe through the smoky haze
I want to play the song tomorrow
but the Fiddler must be paid
I must look a mess I must admit…
I must look a mess I must admit
but I have been pretending quite a bit.
Never let them see you sweat I’m told
all these masks are just so hard to hold.
There must be a place to lay these weapons down
put out the pretty China and paint the town.
A lady must always look her best
and I just don’t think I can pass the test.
So I built a bonfire and burned up all the rules
castles built on sand is for the fool.
Jill Autrey Dorman 