Posts

Ode to Beautifica

  The iron gates of logic swing wide and rust away, As the mind unspools its heavy thread into the light of day. A sudden breath— a tangible release —where thought becomes a wing, And in this hollowed, quiet space, the vibrant colors sing. The Fusion of Light and Loam The sky descends in ribbons of pulsating violet and gold , No longer distant, but a fabric for the fingers to hold. Through the art of illusion, the spectrum begins to bleed, Sowing neon luminescence into the humble, earthly seed. The oak tree wears a crown of fire, yet its roots remain in clay, As electric indigo vines through the forest floor find their way. The Sound: A low, thrumming hum, like the earth’s own steady heart. The Sight: Emerald moss glowing with the heat of a dying star. The Sensation: The smell of rain-drenched soil meeting the scent of ozone. The Great Intertwining Here, the solid bark dissolves into a melody of sight, A rare look at the fusion where the morning meets the night. Petals of crims...
Post a Comment
Read more

Window

 The glass is cold against my palm, A transparent wall between the now and then. Outside, the garden wears a silver calm, But I am looking through it, seeking when. I see a girl in a cotton dress, Chasing the ghosts of the summer sun, Her laughter caught in a wilder tress Before the slowing of the years  had begun. The maple tree was just a sapling then, Its branches reach for a sky of blue, I held a secret and a graphite pen, And sketched the world as if it all were new. The ghost of my ace, etched with time. The streetlights hum a hollow tune. The shadow of the swing set under the moon. The streetlamp flickers, casting long-gone corners  where I used to wait and dream. The shadows stretch and pull into the night, Like stitches coming loose at every seam. I see the porch light burning for a ghost, The door left unlatched for a younger self, The things I loved—and the things I lost— Now dusty trophies on a mental shelf. The condensation blurs the edges now, The garden fad...
Post a Comment
Read more

If I Had Known

  If I had known you were there, I would have stopped my mind from spinning around all the narratives  for the past 54 years. I would have been the daughter  I didn’t know you wanted to have. If I had known better in my prison of lies would that have been possible? It was so long ago, so it’s too late to dwell on such things now. What’s past is past, what’s done is done. If I had known lies somewhere with water under the bridge. I hope to see you brighter now because you are still here, loving me as you would have  54 years ago. I see you differently, as Papa, a shining star where it was once  a dark hole in my life. a hole once shrouded  with the pain of prickly narratives. A hole where you are now here and where I am your forever Angel. -Laurie Perrone copyright 2024
Post a Comment
Read more

Condemned Building

  I kicked at the broken glass of words in the condemned building, where sonnets and poems were once written, where there were once books and notebooks of ideas, where there were once book shelves full of books  now  replaced by broken glass and broken  dreams once words birthed as ideas in the air. A generation of ideas put to paper and spoken to audiences- -everywhere- Shattered memories at my feet seen once as beauty. I ask myself why I’m here in this condemned building Where nothing can be resurrected but fleeting memories of what once was. On the floor now as broken words from a time long ago. What I thought of as a golden calf cannot prosper  as that idea is dead and broken like the glass of the condemned building. I see past it where true life lives in real living breathing words that cannot die. Words that forgive and see past my own folly of false idols and false beliefs Never to be believed at all. -Laurie Perrone Copyright 2024
Post a Comment
Read more

Frozen

  Frigidity doesn't describe the gray dullness either externally or internally, struck frozen behind my dismal eyes. Black soot and garbage are the drifts that blanket what was once pristine, now frozen and ugly. All that is frozen much like my mood complete with icicles otherwise not knowing where else to go. I give up a dry laugh imagining icicles, hanging on the end of my nose. Too frozen to talk and yet I laugh. I get the irony. -Laurie Perrone copyright 2024
Post a Comment
Read more

I Pretended to Know

  As sure as there is a Harvest moon, sure as shit, I wasn't immune to your violent heart. I hardened my heart until it was brittle, as the trees are in Autumn; you crunching the leaves under foot as you walked all over me. I pretended to know that God will save you someday. After forgiving you for all your heinous acts on me, I knelt down and prayed. I had to remove myself from you for all the bruises on my neck when you tried to choke me; or those cuts and scrapes from one of my alleged "falls." Even after that, I struggled with my love for you. So stupid was I. When you finally succumbed to your cardiac arrest, it was then I knew my evil god had finally fallen. I have not pretended to know how I leapt with joy over your death. It was then that I pretended to know God had taken you home. -Laurie Perrone copyright 2024
Post a Comment
Read more

The Ferris Wheel

I hit the boards at Seaside Heights, not the surfboards, but the boardwalk. Surfboarding- -ugh- too fearful to try it. I was wondering what I could do to allay some of my fears, namely my fear of heights. I came across the ferris wheel  at  Casino Pier. I looked up to the tippy-top. It may as well be One Conservatory in NYC. “Too high.” was my immediate thought as my stomach turned upside down doing flip flops and cartwheels within me. In my mind, I scanned the top view of the ferris wheel  looking out over the ocean. I imagined it toppling into the sea  Like it did during hurricane Sandy. Then, I imagined drowning in the ocean below. The sky looked sunny enough, clear not a cloud in sight. I was without excuse. I found myself walking in the direction of the ticket booth with cash in hand. “What if I throw out my back?” That was my next thought. “This is not a roller coaster, stupid!” I chastised myself. I slowly handed over my money  to  the cashier. She s...
Post a Comment
Read more