Sitcom Of Charming Laughs © Surazeus 2025 03 05 Puttering around her house each afternoon in plain white dress she wears to do housework, Shemaiah carols absent-mindedly. "This time next year I might almost be dead so I swirl outward from my aching head to give you treasure I hide in my heart." Afternoon breeze flutters curtains of fate that shift beams of sunlight on the cracked plate where two oranges glow with eerie desire. "I feel long road of time unspool my heart through undulating thread from my star chart that leaves me stranded on island of dread." When her daughter arrives home from high school she smiles and watches her climb shadowed stairs then disappear through door of silent hope. "My life is no sitcom of charming laughs, except for journey of lonely giraffes that gather in starlight around the pool." The rumbling garbage truck that creaks and beeps stops under the oak where the goldfinch cheeps, and swallows sorrows she has thrown away. "Sometimes I feel I am the only one who asks the angels why nobody cares, though I will always keep the Golden Rule." The man who stalked her in college appears from flickering shadow of long willow leaves, and stands on the path halfway to her house. "My happiness escapes cage of my heart to fly toward Heaven on wings of desire where I want to join the angelic choir." Hefting the baseball bat in her right hand, she slams open the door of confidence and strides toward the man with the bitter gun. "I have the right to live in liberty, secure in safety of my private home, so kill me and die in prison alone." The gun turns out to be the camera he stole from her apartment years before, which he returns now with apology. "These photos I took of the mountain lake where I went hiking to find peace of God reveal sad naivety of my youth." Adjusting focus of the camera, Shemaiah photos goldfinch in the oak that flutters wings of carefree purity. "This time next year I may not be alive, so I passionately live this hour of faith, capturing beauty of this world I love."
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Wednesday, March 5, 2025
Sitcom Of Charming Laughs
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Orpheus arrives home to find his wife Ophelia taking photos of birds and flowers in the garden of dead angels.
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