To Lucid Dream You

 

if awake is land … and sea is sleep
and shore is verging orient
a borderland … like autumn
where drowsy now seams next
and dream is litter strewn

and shard shell vision trace
and sea grass drifting mood
and torn thought wrack
tide luminous in waves

then I shall lucid dream you
float lambent in two spheres
sense presence of your undertow,
and surrender to the riptide
of your oblivion

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artist: Claude Monet

Note to readers … Reception of The Taste of Bees in Honey is most decidedly good. To those who purchased a copy through Amazon, I am very grateful.    I send special appreciation to those generous and kind people who wrote reviews.

I’ve been composing a second volume which should be available in the next few months.  “To Lucid Dream You” will be included there.

To Love Like Alchemists

 

 

They … love like alchemists
choosing costly feeling shades
from their essential palate
reduced in the immediate
to rare precious elements
they refine like lead to gold.

She … pinches saffron pistils
in cool morning harvests
their moist crimson threads
she finger tips from crocus
to distill a golden savor
to increase their passion.

He …  plucks iridescent beetles
from arid desert cacti
choice dew sipping jewels
he pestles in a mortar
with salt and oil to scarlet
for their lips and kisses.

They … from Grecian cliffs
pick spiny snails
to milk for Tyrian dye.

They … stain purple love knots
upon each other’s wrists
and a place upon the neck
to reify lacunae.

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artwork by Peter Lee

Timbre Land

 

snow leopards … two
pace the Himalayan timberline
chuff their breaths to crystalline
on a ledge above a Bhutan valley
threaded by a glacial river

where prayer flags flutter snap
in this neither Shangri-La
nor Shambhala invention

for here is a real world nation
with a mission statement
Gross National Happiness
this is true … it is written

a whole country
with happiness ideals
mandated to official
for its sense of being

a formal charge for happy
though not always … mostly
for happy isn’t always

might be the last few minutes
tread of footsteps on pine stairs
and the timbre in his voice
calling out her name

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artwork by Ilka Gedo

the taste of bees in honey

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I inherited a palimpsest
that once upon a time
was flayed and limed
into a golden parchment

now it has only cursive traces
here and there of iron gall ink,
for over time abrading pumice
has smoothed away intent
and fogged identity

a single word  uncensored
however perseveres…caprice
a tease…a hint… the quill strokes
of a perhaps wording…luve

I think its romance…
its silky cooing sound…oh
I think Burns’ sweeting poem
my luve is like a red, red rose…

I think velvet petal crimson
and aphid mildew thorn…oh
I think the taste…of bees…in honey

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artwork by Richard Diebenkorn
“Ocean Park, 82”

tango romance

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I watch a scorpion feed on dusty moths
trapped in a ceiling light… before I douse the sight;
before I pillow down…I follow capture as arachnid
silhouette flips ‘round a shallow globe

I dream scorpions tango in my mind
there in the moonlight of dim consciousness where
he…she…they… tangle claw to claw to sway push;
they ripple mouthings…leg wrap twist and drag
to swing spin…tilt rock…glide swirl to silent rhythm
of relentless no enchantment loveless mating

through a night dark…restless…through intimations
of an ego sting implied there  in the edges of my sleep
I awake to fading constellations….somewhere Scorpio
slips and drips though space…its constellation silhouette
implying shape to nothingness

some ancient entomologist drew it on the universe…
some inventive charter for celestial navigation

I shall erase the sky
I shall take my chances against now
I shall embrace my history in the moment
I shall tango with my love

Bonnie Marshall

Artwork by Man Ray