by Mary E. Lowd
She is a fine lady
But the muggy summer night
Filled with chaos and thick swamp
Understands her better
Than stuffy ballrooms do
…or ever will
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Asking for Help is the Hardest Part
by Mary E. Lowd
This otter traveled far
To ask
For help from beings
Long since transcended Continue reading “Asking for Help is the Hardest Part”
Technological Traces of a Past Civilization
by Mary E. Lowd
The horizon of another world—
Almost in reach
Or maybe long gone
But they left traces behind
For an otter to discover
Hosting the Golden Daffodils
by Mary E. Lowd
The lonely cloud
And the daffodils—
Together at last
Foundational Surreality
by Mary E. Lowd
Life is surreal
Sometimes we forget that
But it never stops
Being true
The Mathematical Shape of a Unicorn
by Mary E. Lowd
Pure form
Mathematically expressed
In lines and angles
Curves and fractals Continue reading “The Mathematical Shape of a Unicorn”
An Improvised Song
by Mary E. Lowd
When he sings and plays
He bares his soul
In ways he doesn’t know how
During the day, when the sun is out Continue reading “An Improvised Song”
Desire to Control the Uncontrollable
by Mary E. Lowd
She’s not sure
If it’s a snack or a friend
Darting through the air
All tempting and golden Continue reading “Desire to Control the Uncontrollable”
Follow the Unicorn
by Mary E. Lowd
She can lead you
To wondrous places
If you let go
Of your preconceptions Continue reading “Follow the Unicorn”
Halfway
by Mary E. Lowd
When in-between
The place you’re fleeing
And a new home you’re seeking Continue reading “Halfway”