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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Smoke-scented Midnight

Smoke-scented midnight
steals my sleep.
I long for Nothing
but the stillness
that will not come tonight.

Full Moon Glorious --
Pumpkin orange as it rose --
I taste Magic
in the night sky.

Distant memories
of ancient selves...
vie for precedence
in the now.

Which "me" is Me?

A shimmer in the
Spirit Veil...
A shiver on the breeze.

I’ve forgotten how to write;
How to “use my words”
And in so many ways
It just doesn’t matter.
And in so many ways
It Does.

Which "me" is Me?

Sleep-deprived,
I’m sometimes lonely
for my other Selves;
For those pieces of me
lying dormant;
For the comfy jeans feel of
the Personal Identifiers
I’m accustomed to
But cannot find.

An owl in the darkness
Asks me “Who?”
In moon-twisted reverie,
My silence is his answer.

Smoke-scented midnight
steals my sleep.
I long for Nothing
but the stillness
that will not come tonight.

Full Moon Glorious --
I taste Magic
in the night sky...

(c) Tanya Anguita
10/19/2013

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Swallows Me Whole

The moon wakes my soul
She swallows me whole
And now
She
Will not let me sleep!
The sphere in the sky
With a clear seeing eye
Laughs
When I try to count sheep.
She knows my heart
She tears it apart
Then She
Puts it together again.
This early morn
I'm being reborn
In the ebb
Of her bright wax
And wane.

-- Tanya Anguita