Month: November 2025

Just Under the Three

Just Under the Three



an improbability they cry

a refusal to see beyond

to catch the trick of the eye



she had 4 faces you see

Day and Night,

Love and Death



elusive she was

she thought to hide besides

the folds of our dimensions



but a trained eye can believe

that hidden behind the three

her true face can be seen



that trained eye was me

i saw into a parallel dimension

and i did see



beauty that astounded me

such a lovely one hidden

just under the three



but peering into a fourth

it peeled my brain

shades now haunt my gaze



even though i point to them

declare all i have seen

they shun that which I believe.



11/8/25 – Andy McRae

Tuesday’s Bliss

Tuesday’s Bliss

i come to the park on tuesdays
the pond here sings
ripples echo her song

i bring my strings to strum
to play along with her melody
joy resonates in the harmony
of sounds separated by time

on days it rains, I do not stay
at home in the dull and worn
i bathe in the drops and watch
as the song changes

her voice always carried
the mood of the ether
from joy and love
to its end in the abyss

I strum my strings by the pond
willfully ignoring, pretending bliss

11/7/25 – Andy McRae