#rudysassafras

[rudysassafras]

c i r c l e s

when paths collide,

horizons break

and spill like running

water,

leveed by the

weathered fate

that only time

can offer;

blinding is

the speed of it,

the moment’s

sudden birth,

and unprepared

for such as this,

it stops the

spinning earth.

a gasp of air

and she was there

like morning piercing

west

and in pursuit

of our descent

we met on evening’s

breast.

—rudysassafras

[arefriendsdetectives2]

Underneath the coconuts, Kiss me by the blue lagoon. Under leaves and grassy huts Lie with me. The island moon Ebbs the sea. My little tune Lights the tropic stars above. Evening sways its hips, my love!

idea shamelessly stolen from the marvellous @rudysassafras

[rudysassafras]

Confrontation

An error in the angle of approach

May alter the efficiency of tongue.

Athough at times they seem beyond reproach,

Our words are naught but gales from out our

lungs.

Yet well composed, our words do tactful broach,

As welcome as the light of dawn is young,

The things from which we’re all too wont to hide:

The hearts and minds of those we wish to guide.

—rudysassafras

& @chucklingpecan

An error

in the angle

of approach

alters

the efficiency

of the tongue

[sassafrasrecordz]

Rudy Sassafras

Maudie (John Lee Hooker)

“Self parody is the first portent of age”

—Larry McMurtry

[creatediana]

“To Hell with Great Things” - a poem written 5/04/2022

[rudysassafras]

h o m e b o y

the road allows

once and a while

a breath

free from fumes

and constant threat

of death .

no place exists

out there,

it’s all a lie .

the only truth

is home and

family ties .

—rudysassafras

[arefriendsdetectives2]

They say that love’s narcotic thrall Makes goofy stoners of us all; Like Clinton on the campaign trail I’ve tried it, but did not inhale.

as suggested by @rudysassafras

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

from @rudysassafras

mangata  - swedish word - the glimmering road like reflection of the moon on water - duality - harmony 

[elvedon]

Writing prompt: suspension of disbelief

[rudysassafras]

He’s handicapped by his infatuation

Tongue-tied, moonstruck, head-over-heels in love

It is a most peculiar situation

And everywhere he goes, he sees a dove.

—rudysassafras

[definegodliness]

Poetry Game June Recap:

@arefriendsdetectives2 (poem) @sdbea (poem) @thebrahmslullaby (poem) @chucklingpecan (poem) @poppiesandpromises (poem) @lorienfae (poem) @onewhosenamewaswritwithwater (poem) @cruxymox (poem) @betweenthetimeandsound (poem) @stained-glass-salamander (poem) @liltless (poem) @jojololosstuff (poem) @illbeyouranchor (poem) @jwjj420 (poem) @rudysassafras (poem) @musingsofagirl (poem) @aubriestar (poem) @calzooneyboop (poem) @r2poetry (poem) @writteninjoy2 (poem) @mkaugust (poem) @traveleorzea (poem) @behind-the-veil-of-sanity (poem) @definegodliness (poem) @autumnsunshine10 (poem)

Thank you all for partaking! The next game will be up shortly.

[rudysassafras]

d a y d r e a m

you’re a novel

on a summer day

when the afternoon

decides

that the sun is not

becoming,

and so behind the

thunder hides.

you’re a glass where

spirits dwell,

you’re a trellis

for the vine,

you’re the ears in which

the prophets tell

the fate of all mankind.

—rudysassafras

[rudysassafras]

S o n d e r

My favorite photographs are those

Of people unaware

The solemn faces in the throes

Of each private affair

—rudysassafras

Five Points Station, Atlanta

[rudysassafras]

M a r i e

I lost the weight I had before I loved you

I lost the man I was before I died

I found the borrowed rib that does predate you

I found the will of life when first you sighed

I fought the urge that daring plagued the pilgrim

I fought against the vicious tides of law

In acquiescence did your passion quell him

The acquiescent lover of your gall.

I’m blind to every neighbor, foe and kinsmen

I’m even blind to sun and star and moon

I’ve only eyes for moments that unfold them

And you’re the only one for whom I croon.

I want your morning dust in rays of sun

To whisper sweet enchantments yet to come.

—rudysassafras

[rudysassafras]

l u n a d e m i e l

they say that idle hands…

(they talk the livelong day);

but busy hands, my friend

are darkening my day.

i’d like a boat to row,,

a rippling tide of chance;

a little bit of ro

&

a little bit of mance.

—rudysassafras

[rudysassafras]

G e n t l e

And kiss her for me,

Remember the love,

Upon humid cheek

Wet from above;

The desert-drenched rain,

The motion, the wave

The body laid bare,

The sin and the stain.

And hold her before

The crescent recedes,

Stripping all shadow

Like shore from the sea.

And dance with her once

Like she used to do

And feel the earth move

The way I used to.

And dare she refuse

The song of the spheres

Melt with your soothing

The wax from her ears.

—rudysassafras