Jazzman

The Sunday Muse #62

I dig deep within my soul

sharing the lost desires of

what once was.

Released from the hold

she had on me.

Yet aching to be held

once again in her loving

arms.

Soulful sounds drift through

my clinched fingers as I play

the ballad you loved so.

I despair in gazing above

my hat to glimpse the sight

of you in the crowd.

Will I survive this glimpse?

Better to dig deeper and

forego the glimpse and

remember what was, but

is now gone.

©Regina Phillips 2019

Into The Depths

The Sunday Muse #61

Photo Artistry by Erik Johansson Master Photo-manipulation Artist

Gazing at the horizon,

I see a canvas of peace and calm

that evades me in this city of

constant noise and social media.

Longing for the serenity of

the wavering blue waters

that merge into the dock where I

contemplate my next move.

As if I were Jeannie, with the blink of an eye

I would be there as the dock greets the water.

©Regina Phillips 2019

Luciousness

Berry vines are so divine.

I think back to childhood memories

of my family and I traveling to

Bellville TX on Hempstead Highway

and stopping to pick berries.

Oh, the lusciousness of fresh pickings

and popping one right into my mouth.

Heaven, my mouth is now watering

for that sweet, sweet taste!

©Regina Phillips 2019

Call to Arms

This is a call to order!

Listen up Felines.

Our humans have lost their mines.

The generic brand food has got to go!

It either stops you up or have you running.

And, I don’t mean chasing a rat either!

Brandish your weapon felines!

©Regina Phillips 2019

Catching the Wave - Sevenling

Photo Courtesy of Pexel

Fierce and high, appearing

as a tunnel, it approaches

high and wide.

Jump, swim, or turn my back?

No matter, dive through

this circular funnel of energy.

Down I go beneath the tidal wave.

©Regina Phillips 2019

Parched, June 8 2019

The Sunday Muse #59

Photography by Carlo Pautasso

In the midday sun

I relish the glow

Thriving on your wetness

By evenings direct light

I curl and wither

Parched by the sun

My pot is drained

Drained of moisture

Weakened by your strength

To let live or to banish

I reach to embrace

The cool feel of you
Clear
Liquid
Agua

It is you alone

That I now desire

© Regina Phillips 2019

Laughter: Ghostly Apparation

Art by Regina

The Wednesday Muse # 11

Remember how you can draw a character with letters?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0bvq1ANNBo

Well, one day after I got out of the shower I wrote the

word boy on the bathroom mirror and I connected

the letters to make a boys’ head.

Well by the time I came out, of course the little boy had

vanished.  So, for the rest of the week, whenever my ex

husband showered the boy would appear.

After the 2nd day, when he exited the shower, he ran to

me all excited and said, “Gina, whenever I get out of the 

shower a little boy keeps appearing in the mirror!

I was shocked and went to see, all the while trying

to contain my laughter; the young man had nearly

faded away.

Well, long story short, I showed him the trick and

it wasn’t so funny to him at that moment.  He thought

he was being visited by a child ghost…LOL.

Priceless!!!!  I could not stop laughing.

In my family, we dub priceless moments and laugh about

them at get togethers!

© Regina Phillips 2019

Partners

The Sunday Muse #58

Photo by Tatiana from Pexels

I stand and wait

wondering who you are

Am I a captive

Your caress says no

It is a caress of ownership

Ownership and Love

Will I ever run as free

as the herd in the wild

These reins say no

As I gaze at you I sense that our desires are the same

Freedom to run and to feel the wind

on our backs as we release the pent-up energy

and the pressures of our life

Companions relying on one another for

a moment in time waiting to run wild

© Regina Phillips 2019