This, ladies and gentlemen, is Ms. Momo. She crowned herself as my writing cat. Normally, she prefers sleeping in the closet but when I write by the window, she likes to keep me company.When I’m stuck on an idea, we brainstorm together while looking out for snow…our favorite past time.
She is also one of three Beings I answer to… (she just woke up and saw I was writing about her)
Earth angel I only have eyes for you Only you and you alone.
Why do fools fall in love Under the boardwalk In the still of the night
There goes my baby A teenager in love The wanderer
Since I don’t have you Mr. Postman Save the last dance for me.
I absolutely love Doo Wop and Oldies music. So, I wanted to share an experiment with you. Each line is a song title (if you don’t already know) and making them into a poem. If anything, at least you know some of my favorite songs!
When the boatman’s bell tolls I must answer the call. The crew, one by one, crossing that brow alone. The colors of constellations will remain at half-mast for now. With an uncharted course set, a prayer will be enough to help guide us out. Where we are going no angels will greet us. Instead, we will be welcomed by the songs of sirens behind a veil of salt spray. With Poseidon’s back turned, I can enjoy one last affair with the sea. Carrying only her scent, I can set off to another foreign shore, calling it home.
There’s a place where the river can be mistaken for a field. Its green so pristine, emeralds shine every foot and fathom. When the wind blew, it would bend the watery knolls in its wake. I have never seen such clouds— mistaking it for Dragon’s Breath. Forming dense patches, my curiosity taunts me to reach for it. The slopes never touched the sky as if unworthy for heaven. It made the dangerous faces so inviting. There were no trees, but this place radiated life. Tucked away and untouched by civilization, my peace. When the time comes to move on from this world, I would love to go there again. This place of Evergreen.