Longo-Geremia

T THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES I don’t have second sight, no tarot cards or crystal ball to tell me all tomorrow will bring. I see the future empirically: as far as my mind can see today will be much the same as yesterday…but a second, a moment in time and space will bring your world to an end for not will... Sign in to see full entry.

DEAD CENTER Tic-toc goes the sound of the clock the rhythm of my heart each beat steadily weak counting Time passing to a stop. Buzz go electric strikes In the brain trapping thoughts in a circle of pain. Ding-dong ring the bells angels and demons singing the praises of heaven and hell footsteps... Sign in to see full entry.

I was 5 years old when Grandma died. She was my mother's mother/ I was raised with my paternal grandparents, Grandma Longo would visit us after she spent time with my Aunt Mary and my 4 cousins/She would walk across the street with that same walk. Grandma Longo used to walk me to the corner when the... Sign in to see full entry.

Summer 1947 [Grandma Longo:1874-1947] She walked in slow motion with the soft summer breeze black cotton dress swaying past her knees strands of white and yellow hair floating gently in the air the ponies had come that day grandma was blind I took her by the hand and she showed me the way Sign in to see full entry.

ON THE MOVE I am too weak to sleep too tired to dream. I feel mysef melding with the earth as a brook with a stream fluid motion into something not of my knowing too numb to womder, fading from view about to splint asunder my soul free to do what souls do cutting into inevitability leaving the rest... Sign in to see full entry.

SCOUT LIGHTENING A memory suddenly appears like bolts of lightening before a summer storm striking the heart with regret and tears. joyful recollections from far away torture wounded hearts bleeding still with thoughts of yesterday Sign in to see full entry.

FEATHER WALK in memoriam Pink and purple and poodle skirts black flats and nylons shear like feathers light flowing in the breeze they walked together with the wind; hair of sunset and fields of wheat shining brigitly in summer heat laughing whispers fading in the air My heart sorrows each and every... Sign in to see full entry.

Whirling Dervish There are hearts that never feel and souls as cold as steel who like Twirling Dervishes dance to disconnect -- Creators of blissful trances and release into madness. Sign in to see full entry.

FROM A LOST POET I write as the music flows from soul to heart and heart to mind I don't always sing in meter and rhyme: I am not in search of the sublime for form may the true hide and all human traits falsify and lose my words in a lie. Sign in to see full entry.

DARK ANGEL A silence fell on this house with a sudden, heavy thud No whispers broke the stillness and a lingering malaise crept slowly into my heart I had seen death before but never did I see someone I loved so deeply pass away with the agony that fear and uncertainty bring in our final moments The... Sign in to see full entry.