Journey to Your Deepest Self

Response to Minty

She made a sound. A sound was made Just there. And again! And the sounds came fast and slow- Slow sounds rippling over space And meeting with…? Aaah..aaah… She never knew, the sounder, Until a sound returned and for the first time She wondered Am I not alone? Not alone in space Not alone at all? There was another Making sounds in space, Reaching out to learn What will happen? Ooo! But what will happen? Will happens! Yes here. In this space, A meeting of sounders, Reaching from love to love and Through Innocent curiosity Connection. Thank...

Memory of a Kiss

In the murky bedroom Of her mother’s house Shadows, decayed, Fill in the gloom. Curtains drawn tight Never reveal Sunlight or storms. Day or night. Keep it all out. Keep out the breath. Keep out the vision. The room so bad It must be hidden. Lest light come in Ever unbidden. Tacky floor Sticky walls- If Light saw this He’d be appalled. The filth of neglect- Of habitual hatred. The rooms repel. Denial is naked. Marriage gone-off Long ago. Never even a shop keep To take it from the shelf. Lovers attacked and eaten By the deep living Long-toothed eel. Bones sunk to the bottom Forgotten . Forgotten. Beyond recognition, Cavities a slither With parasites- This is life. This is life? She believed in her condition, Which taught the glamour Of self-destruction. Smoking and drinking, Cutting yourself off, You say yes to the devil. Cut it off. Take suffering away- To fit in. But what gets cut That’s up to him. It might be the pain In your feet or head. It could just as well be Your joy or your bliss, The memory of a...

A Darkness I Am With Today

They are glad, now, to have you to come to. You are not whole to them. You are arms that hug. A voice answering and asking. You are eyes seeking God in everything. They are glad to know you are there. And when they have gone, They will look back and say, She never worked a day in her life. She never had to make money. But they didn’t know you before. Didn’t know you when You preferred to sleep in your car Rather than get a job. A job. A job was death. A job was a blunt instrument At the back of the head. A job. But for now, They are glad you’re here making their home, making beds Making dinner, Recording the stories And the story beneath all the others. The record of what is happening that leads To what they will say happened. And this is what you want to do. Payment is invisible or barely visible. Who cares what currency they value? What do you value? I value what I have found here In the rubble of family life. There is so much here to build with! Beautiful mosaics from broken colors Reflecting the faces of those Previously hidden family members. My path is made for...

When I Have Given Up

When I have given up The tears have come. Welcome! When I have given up, The breath has fled her cage. Live! When I have given up, The shadow has been brought into light. Hello! When I have given up, The silent, still trembling has finally begun to stretch her legs. Aaah! When I have given up, The rage has settled into grief and I have grown softer. Mmm. When I have given up The space we create has taken a breath of relief. Breathe! When I have given up, I have discovered I am...

Welcome

I was thinner than I am now A sheet of transparent film spread over the world Anchored by rocks on the corners Like a picnic table Tablecloth on a windy day. I come from love and vengeance, Rebellion and desire. I come from the deep country Where everything comes from. I am a woman and a girl a Motherwifefriend Strangerkillerwriterinvisibleghost and cardboard cut-out. I am nothing I am all. I am one thing at a time and, when I notice, I am love for these 0ne-at-a-time things. I am my mother’s daughter, The bane of her existence and her pride. I am the one my father fears most. Who I am and Where I come from Is being written and re-written every moment. What is the point of trying to know? I don’t want to be known to you. I want always to be a new discovery. And I want you to feel the joy of learning me But never of knowing me. I am mystery, excitement, terror and love Pitiful ugliness and blinding beauty, Courage and trembling. Welcome to...
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