Seventh House Blues

Saturn sits heavy in his seventh house.
No love on the cusps
held fast with honey
squeezed from his heart, bled dry
by Venus in the star-filled sky.

Mars runs backwards with its shoes untied
tripping his soul, love in reverse
or worse, love parked. Progress is a bull
too stubborn to move. The ram pushes on,
but gravity is gone.

The sun succumbs to the lunar shade
Into darkness he is plunged, blind
as love. Having lunch in the dark
is Venus, drinking our blood
sweetened by the ache of the lovelorn's flood.

By tuesdaypillow used with the permission of the poet.
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A Bridge

A Bridge

All blessings a back-handed curse
Too much time between emotions
An impossible chasm
Nothing to give from this distance
Nothing to expect
Friend often an insult
Wanting to offer more
Impossible in this existence
An exchange of words
Beyond the electronic Rubicon
Your magnetic body mixed in fantasies
Wrapped in pain
Pain in my addictions
Pain holding you confined
I would take all of it
Words from a void
Words the only offering

By Sweet Jane used with the permission of the poet.
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The bees and the birds?

What force guides the bee's fluttering wing,
How does she know it is spring?

And pray tell, Lord where did she get that sting?

What makes the Robin snap his head,
And why is his breast so red?

Is it that spring's upon us, and winter's dead?

By Fitzgerald
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February

A breeze and a scent, so familiar
yet strange and foreign. Chilled to the bone
I keep walking, far and near, meaning
everything and nothing. My heart is frozen
but nothing is forever.

Snow is justice falling on my face
too close for me to see. Love is thawing,
testing its chains, taking its pulse
and signing petitions. It reaches out
as we reach in.

Shadows mean more than just shade
Hearts - sweet organs that say
just how much you care. Someone else
writes the words you always wanted
to say.

I pray for the sun to change.
Hold me closer, chase winter away
Don't judge me, the cold is cruel
and spring seems so distant. Stay
until the March of Spring;
I promise better days.

By tuesdaypillow used with the permission of the poet.
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