Lemped

Hestia comforts near the dog sled red fireplace,
radiating the house full of phantoms and extinguishing
the stiffness.

A history beats against me analogous to the movement
Through walls and springed mattresses.

Smells of unconsciousness warbles as the people
Blindly enter and leave with shell-like gazes.
Possessed with spirits channeled though.

© -Sonja J. Phinney 30-Aug-2007

Two from 1986

There are doorways
We find from the past.
Doorways in which escape
A time in place,
Hungered for
In the moment of opening.

© 1-June-1986 Sonja J. Phinney


The Hand and its lines,
Paths.
The land and ley lines,
Paths.
Distant reachings
Within.

© 01-Jun-1986 Sonja J. Phinney

Catch That Rush

Give chase to the divining mediums in air
as several spirits contribute to the atmosphere.
All answers are melding as they fly off.

You can take your delinquents and take back the tides
On radiant condenses of sky.

Shining smiles that light your brain
and haunt your heart's refrain.

Send off your angels
to hover up high
Singing songs of radiance
With sounds of glory.

© 15-Aug-2007 Sonja J Phinney

Out of her Mouth like a Cork

Out of Her Mouth like a Cork


Her tears in your eyes
Sing a lover’s song.
Crossing over like a heavy current
She cut a hole in her dress where the cigarette ran through laughing with the headlights on in the fog.

Who once said: "You have to try everything once."
Would be here for a limited time only
Disillusion’s blood stain
Our celebration in her passing let's off like a cork escaping into the atmosphere.


© -Sonja J Phinney 6-Apr-2005