| SOUL INTO THE VELVET NIGHT STEALS She stood at a window sash hand at throat eyes aghast soul stealing through the velvet night hollow cries echoing under sirens screaming shrill raising the little hairs on her arms and neck she lost her soul she lost her self hollow core shallow grave to fill collapsing inward imploding weightless ...now on notes of sirens shrill carried onward through gates of hell by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| POETRY |
| A SEED OF INSPIRATION dancing on the wind a song to her eyes captured there stolen from air a fine light tune set a spin into the feet then arose among the angels golden sounds fell to the ground in rain a dance began again another ones vision another ones eyes another ones spin by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| MIDI: BECAUSE THE NIGHT |
| LAUNDRY Though obscured by panes of cotton sheets Harnessed between the ancient elms I knew that silhouette Mother hanging laundry in March winds Head bent to the task Mouth pursed about wooden clips not Marlboro I did not help but hid and stared instead Smelling the clean bleached day Watching the billows of our bedding engulf her Snapping and cracking like a whip by Sheryl McCurdy |
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