Coming at’cha every Sunday at noon Eastern Standard Time EST – here’s more creative content craziness from Jennifer Weigel…

Your name lay on the tip of my tongue another world ago. It babbled with the brook and etched itself upon my mind. You were my inspiration – you brought form to my folly. I once sang of your beauty, glory, divinity… Your light filled me with the need to make manifest, to extol your graceful virtues from within my simple shadow, always your devoted satellite. But somehow, over time, my focus shifted. Where I had once seen only you, and then a triad, there were four, or was that three sets of three? The patterns repeat their kaleidoscopic meditative mandala.
Oh resounding, resplendent joy!
Calliope – I see your face’s fallacy in the lies we tell ourselves.
Clio – I see your face’s feces in scat the dog left on the lawn.
Polyhymnia – I see your face’s fazing in my dizzying loss of awareness.
Euterpe – I see your face’s faucet in a spigot stretching from the kitchen sink.
Terpsichore – I see your face’s facets in the diamond’s beveled edges
Erato – I see your face’s fate in things I can’t control.
Melpomene – I see your face’s filets in cuts of meat.
Thalia – I see your face’s fishes in finned underwater denizens.
Urania – I see your face’s phases in the waxing and waning cycles of the moon.
Mnemosyne – I still see your face’s farces everywhere.
(Image features Reversals altered mirror image red day lily Starstruck.)


Leave a comment