Linda Studley

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Gold and Crystal

I hope my aura looks like a hoar frosted aspen
when the dawn’s first rays turn it all gold and crystal.

I hope all my good thoughts, any kindness I may have shown,
each time I gave of myself without calculating the cost,
all become the intertwining tangle of branch and twig faceted with prisms.

I hope their glint and glow shine into the knots and burls
of anger and envy and drive out the darkness in my soul.

I hope my aura looks like a hoar frosted aspen
when the dawn’s first rays turn it all gold and crystal.

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Aura Exhaust Vent

I think I need an exhaust vent on my aura,
 just to bleed off the built up pressure
between my skin and my ethereal veil.

An overflow valve on my brain would be handy too,
much of the contents float off anyway so I may as well
channel it off on a regular basis and avoid messy spills.

And a governor on my heart to
make the beat a little less erratic.
A neat little syncopation might be nice.

I may need a dehumidifier on my tear ducts,
a regulator on my sleep patterns, and
an auto correct on my eating habits but mostly

I think I need an exhaust vent on my aura.

 

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