leying on of hands

I was lucky enough to meet Tati here on WordPress just a few short years ago, and ever since then we’ve become thick as thieves. And from time to time we’ve even written each other little poems and things. This is Tati’s latest…


i thaw in your arms
debouch into the heart line
coalesce with you


Wow… I’m really moved, Tati! Thank you. I love you.


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The Tin Man walks home
from the market at morning.
Fresh bakery, fruits,
a big bouquet of daisies…
all that his Dorothy loves.

He walks and glistens
in the morning sun. He thinks
about her blue eyes
and her lovely smile. He hugs
the bouquet like her shoulders.


The Story

“Hey, you, hurry up!
Only 3 days in the town
a world-famous coach,
a relationship expert.
Oz, the great and powerful!”

Of course, the Tin Man
sits in the first row and heeds
the words of wisdom
and diligently makes notes
about loving validly.

…such a perfect speech!
Oz hotly touches his chest
and inspiredly speaks
to the breathless audience
where ‘authentic love’ resides.

The Tin Man stands on
the stage among volunteers
and suddenly… “Oh!
No-no-no! You, piece of tin!
Push off, shell of a person!

Grating of gearwheels…
The Tin Man was made heartless,
but sure not brainless.
A real, alive, hot heart
is all that the Tin Man needs!

…at the rear entrance
fans wait for an autograph,
but not the Tin Man.
When you love desperately
the end justifies the means.

The Tin Man walks home
from the market at morning.
Fresh bakery, fruits…
and a hot pulsating heart
in a plain cellophane bag.

He puts the daisies
into her favorite vase
and pictures her joy…
…how she finds on her pillow
this heart oozing with true love.



On the tin life field
memories fade like daisies.
The falling petals…
The Tin Man… Dorothy… Oz…
Hush! Do you hear town criers?

“Hey, you, hurry up!
Only 3 days in the town
a world-famous coach,
a relationship expert.
Stannum, the comprehended Love!”


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your hand on my heart
is everything that protects
the huge melted hole
in the centre of my chest

please, don’t remove your palm
because without your warmth
my heart is nothing more than
a mere nest for the black shrill crows


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GUEST POST // Triune-Heart by Madam Marmoset

Pussy willow, pussy willow,
Where have you gone?
Hiding far away
From the madding throng.

Her feeble paw stretched out in a futile attempt to grab his attention. There was a new cat on the block, lean and lithe and graceful. The old cat had been ravaged by age and sorrow. Her face and body showed every single line of her life, every punch that had been thrown at her.

He sat there between his two lady loves, happy, content and blissful, blissful in the love that filled the room.

The old cat continued to stay lit upon his lap. He instinctively stroked her, tenderly, gently and often. She mewled and purred with pleasure.

The young newcomer quietly took up a position near the old cat. She was in sacred space now. The old cat was battered and bruised. Her beauty had been washed away by the tsunami of time. The new cat was a delicious mystery, exotic and unknown. That they should exist, side by side in harmony, in respect, was sublime. Pure love would prevail.

Energy shifts, exchanges, grows and releases. It sends forth its light into the universe. Somewhere, all this love and energy must have gathered to form starlight.

The old cat stirred restlessly. Yowling, she clawed into his hand gently, yet not enough to draw blood. She was weary and defeated. Her world was changing, crumbling. Chips were coming away and cracks appeared, but they were not enough for the eternal light of love to shine through. She shivered, cold and battered.

The young cat saw this and approached. She nuzzled the old cat lovingly. “You’re not old yet,” she was saying. “I need you to love me. I need you to teach me how to love this man. I need you to share this love with me.”

Sharing love, there’s a thought. If love is infinite, why should it not be shared? Starlight never fades. The universe is endless. Time flows, and life with it. Just as the shore changes over time with the tides, so love evolves, eroded by heartbreak that clears away the briar so that love’s purest nectar can come to rest.

The old cat stirred and wakened. She nudged her head against his arm. She noticed the new cat lying beside her. In a moment bound in starlight, she touched the new cat, both receiving and giving love.

The man sits there, happy and content, his lady loves entwined and bound in love for each other… and love for him.


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