Gone

Poem © 2013 by Joyce Mason
All Rights Reserved

 

Sometimes I lose you

in the middle of a sentence:

soul vacates body

your whole being goes blank.

Staring at a Stepford Wife

I ask:

Are you there? OK?

You only speak when spoken to,

a Stepford Rule.

Where does my warm friend go

in these out-of-body experiences?

I don’t know, but it doesn’t feel

friendly or warm

or of this earth

I suspect you’re kidnapped by aliens

their painful probes touching

places you do not want exposed

Invisibility

the hardest force

to fight, fathom or befriend:

You

Us

Them.

~.~.~

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April: Astrological Poetry Month on The Radical Virgo

Preview this book in progress in April 2013!

Dear Friends of Stitched Verse,

After not posting for two years due to other commitments, I’m excited to announce a new wellspring of poetry I'll be sharing in April 2013 on my astrology blog, The Radical Virgo. You don’t have to be an astrologer—or even much interested in the subject—to appreciate these poems, prayers, blessings and meditations about everyday life and the relationship between Earth and the Cosmos.

I’m on the cusp of some down time, taking care of some medical issues and claiming some much needed R&R. By Spring Equinox, I expect I’ll be back here now and then, penning poems. I worked ahead for April's Astro-Poetry Month, and it has been very surprising to rediscover another poetry vein. I'm having the next California Gold Rush!

Hope you’ll “cross over” to The Radical Virgo in April, and I look forward to being back on Stitched Verse in the future, as some major commitments wind down at the end of winter.

Yours in verse,
Joyce