Cookala's In Just Under the Wire

[cookala]

ok, this is my first few stabs at a lune - hope they work! these are such fun to write and fast, so I've done a few for today

April 4 - 5 Lunes

lune i

Sun Salutation: Tadasana to Urdhva Hastasana

-for Howard, who inspired me to try

stretched into the stance
breathe deeply
Kundalini bliss


lune ii

dirty martini
three olives
iced, shaken just so


lune iii

sweet, ruffled pink skin
carnations
exhale heady scents


lune iv

May flowers will cede
to greening
long before summer

lune v

primaries disrupt
sleeping fools
nothing new to say

[cookala]

feeling wiped out today and off and on dizziness (the after effects of chemo still haunt me from time to time)- just going to post a poem. maybe I'll snap out of it later *crosses fingers*

April 5

Reclining Nudes (lune sequence #1 )

scent of exotic
bergamot
infuses delight

silver gray and white
pearls dangle
grace delicate lobes

orbs warmed by his breath
snug and close
lie upon her throat

half-shut cobalt eyes
tantalize
wake dormant senses

caress of sunlight
teases breasts
promises pleasure

sculpted bodies spooned
together
autoerotic



.

[cookala]

still feeling blech. rain's a comin, knees a screamin, heads a bangin...need I go on? pfffbt

April 6

Grief

He’s an inconsiderate prick;
he’ll come to pay a visit
without warning, won’t care
whether you’re half naked
or in the middle of the day’s
umpteenth argument;

he'll demand entertainment even when
he knows you’ll be embarrassed
when your rickety dam breaks
and renders you shattered,
buried beneath his weight
all over again.

There’s no controlling him, no way
to avoid his cruel grasp
and he loves to take hostages
whenever he can. The only escape
is the blithe release of sleep,
but we all know
one cannot sleep forever,

and as soon as you wake
there he will be,
perched like a lover at the end of your bed
in all his durm and strang,
waiting to pump you full
of his latest manifestation.




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[M]

Oiy. Sorry to hear you're feeling ick. Grief was spot-on, and it doesn't matter what one is grieving the loss of, it's universal. Inconsiderate prick to be sure. Hang in there and feel better.

[Jenlars]

Hi Cookie,

I've been out of the loop. Sounds like you've had a time of it. Hope you're on the road to full recovery.

So, all of these have things I'm falling for:
El Capitan and the waterfall. Did you take that photo?
Crocuses - I'm on the bandwagon for live, bloom, die
lunes - I like the wit in the one about politics. You nailed it.
Grief - especially enjoyed the first and last strophes. What a bastard.

Hope me you can make it through!

jen

[Arlene]

Love the cat one, of course. Purr-fect. sorry. But, ouch, yes, Skipping gently past the lovely lunes, which are a little like your earrings, Cookie, I feel the pain forcing itself on you in this last one.

[Jee Leong]

waiting to pump you full
of his latest manifestation.

This is terrific! Full of body and mind.

[Dunc]

Cookie

Reclining Nudes en lune, eh? Delicate and intimate.

Grief and melancholy and chemo — it all adds up, doesn't it. Hang in there, babe.

Keep 'em coming!

Regards / Dunc

[cookala]

ugh, having a rough few days of it - fatigue, weather headaches, vertigo - had no desire to do anything yesterday but lay in bed and sleep on and off. (the vertigo meds do that) and the allergies are kicking in, too - spring always gets me. and I have to stop caffeine and salt for awhile because of the vertigo - and during napo that's almost impossible! no chocolate! no coffee! and worst yet - no booze! triple crappers!

thanks everyone for your visits and fluffery -
M, Jenlars, Arlene, Jee and Dunc - thanks so much for the smiles, need em right now!

April 7

If A Leaf Were Sentient

A mulberry leaf with hoar-tinged edges
releases its tenuous grasp,
floats in the slipstream breeze
until its flown far from its home,
then sets down on the back of a stream
which carries it to the mouth of the sea.
It thinks, expects to sink but instead
rides a rollercoaster of waves
until it alights on a distant shore.
It dries in the constant sun
and expects to desiccate but instead
is grabbed up by a sudden gust.
It flies away, wonders what’s next,
until it’s set down in a foreign land
alone, undefined and wondering
how long its journey will last
until it can merge with the earth
and finally, at long last, rest.


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[cookala]

April 8

Him

The day spun in to find me
spawning new fantasies.
I felt new, full and alive
as I flew towards fulfillment;
and left behind my fractured spirit
to brood in its dark corner.
As I looked into his cornflower eyes
I was lifted away from myself,
understanding why, at long last,
the birds sing with such joy.



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[Julie]

Cookie, Cookie, Cookie!

"So simple is their mindless life:
wake, bloom, die
with little else in between;
how I envy their ease."

Oh, I follow you there.

she has that certain prissy walk
of a pure bred (which she is not)



and above all else,
and I can’t stress this enough,
be very sure to feed her on time


I've got one of those. I hit the cat poem early, too.

lune v

primaries disrupt
sleeping fools
nothing new to say!!

Nice.

[cookala]

Julie!! thanks so much for stopping by - much appreciated! glad you enjoyed.

[cookala]

April 9



Red-Bellied Bully

Oh, don’t get me wrong, he’s pretty
to look at with his black and white stripes
but beneath that Corvette red head
he’s a feisty brute who doesn’t like to share.
So beware, little chickadees and tufted tits,
he’ll peck you stupid if God forbid
you should try to latch onto the suet feeder
when he’s going at it. His beak is a long sword
that even grackles respect; and even the trees
speak creak-tongue warnings in his presence.



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[JFN]

Cookala, fascinating photo for Fire Dance. Lovely brightness through S2, before fading back to night.

Really like the last seven lines of Crocus and its hibernation.

Good old kitty-ditty. I like the pure breed swagger, and SQWAMKT. cat-tankerous too.

Of the lunes I found i to be my favourite, closely followed by iv. stretched into the stance makes a superb opening line.

Reclining Nudes is superb, my favourite of your's so far. Very sensual. Loved orbs warned from his breath.

inconsiderate bastard makes for a strong opener. S4 is spot on.

Enjoyed the journey and particularly the longing at the end of If A Leaf... If I ever make it to old age I wouldn't be surprised if I share your leaf's sentiments.

I like the near-rhymed couplet at L5-6 of Red-Bellied Bully, and also thought this: even the trees / speak creak-tongue warnings was lovely.

Been a pleasure to read these.

John

[Steven]

I found the portrait of the red-headed woodpecker clear, lively, and concise. The last line with 'creak-tongue warnings' is both inventive and evocative of trees.