Servian, France Lady K

HELP AND LUCK FOR THE ANIMAL

I wish to be a healthy person and a good decision-maker. I feel like I'm giving up a lot by not using every resource that I can possibly use. If there is a way to find something out I usually stop at nothing to do so. Things can always get more complex than they are, and I usually dive into that complexity until there is no longer any me whatsoever, and I'm just at the mercy of the situation with no clue what to do. This isn't healthy, but it is what you get. So I have to stop that. And stopping this makes me feel like a small animal on the earth. Usually I don't feel like this. I guess knowledge can make me feel as if I have a lot more control than an animal does. I always thought of myself as able to handle anything, so this is a new way of looking at myself. I'm not used to thinking of myself as someone with human limits. But I am human. So what cares for me the animal? And what good are these talents I've spent so much time developing? Maybe there is another way to use them. There is another thing beyond being an animal and transcending the animal, and using my skills and not using my skills. I guess I just really enjoyed it. So now what do I do for fun? I can't help but to be interested. I just hope that I can do the right things here. I'm just hoping for help and luck. I've tried so hard my whole life to do things right. I guess I am just a simple human with a simple human life who needs help to get things to work out the way that they should.

Rielly Stares

 

OUR DOG FRIENDS

Shadows nose the driveway
in our friend’s headlights.
Thumper and Bambi,
big and small.

Blown in by the bora,
they traveled under starlight
over bone blue road,
free and startling.

Thumper jumped the stone wall, pausing
atop to burst his black fringe mane.
Bambi made do, scuttled under the iron gate.

She’s a little beige clown.
She nuzzles her mouth into my hand fold.
The stains around her eyes are black holes.
White light jiggles in her irises.
Hope burns in holy hollow lungs.
Heart patters companion.

They wag past the straddle of
grape vine work lines,
the last pomegranates of November.
They’re dark darts on cobbled town floor,
Istria whole province dominion
to panting friends of man.

My imagination’s kite flies with them,
over the red earth, a minnowing shadow
small and close or far and large
under king constellation, canine nebula,
hung in historical stars for the free friends
of humans.

Lady K

 

THE FOURTH

Sitting on my deck
watching lightning
war in the clouds
above fireworks
brilliantly exploding
above bushes rife
with lightning bugs’
occasional blinking
demonstrates the
different levels of
radiant freedom

KE

KeNo Lady K