Saturday, August 27, 2022

Family Heirlooms

Shame slips in, hooded in the cover of darkness

Insidious, it begins its work, undetected until

A landslide leaves you, stunned suffocation-

Shock is a sneaky way to rewrite a story


And while you begin the work of removing

Heavy narratives and half truths, breathlessly swimming

Inside a thickness of what you've been told is yours

The poet has opined as much (in prior drivel)


Then stopping to sit, a rare shaft of light

Brightens what has yet to be considered

And sudden expansion replicates-

You write lines that move and hold true



Monday, August 8, 2022

How Shameful

How shameful to be pulled 

So far 

        (Society’s collar and leash)

From the fraught moments of childbirth 

A baby then breastfed

Warmed by more than milk-

        (A nourishment inherent in this pause)


Sacred 


Bathing in retrospective sweetness

The miraculousness of a milestone 


Met and forgotten

        (Frivolously filed away, a new day)


New strangers dressed up as years 

        (Wedged and hardened, sticky)

Bloated rings, an overgrown Elm 

Brittle bark flakes, reveals and conceals-

          (An easily contained ecosystem)


Lurking beneath the surface 

Insidious and darling, all of it 


Monday, April 11, 2022

A Soft Place to Land

I call upon words to wrap 
like a blanket or a balm 
Pinning pain before it evolves into
suffering

In doing so, 
I will it to have meaning

Or beauty
Or integrity

Something. 

The staccato currents internally dodge
Conventional language and dancing fingers 
Spread longing, letters lacking character 
Pecking at a keyboard with intentions

A collection of the mind's inventions

What is missing?

A rendering to capture this experience:
The core truth of it ambles onward, 
Strikes blast in such a way to remind 
Standard discourse, unwilling to convey 

Grasping occurs anyway until I hear
"I am going to be okay"
Because essence matters enough

Today.

Grappling with paradox:
Practice prides itself on purposefulness

The terrain of possibilities 
unfurling like a dragon's breath
Mystical, with a reach that extends
into vast space and time

Corners crumble and curl away
surrendering to infinite rolling
Billowy smoke stacks fill the chest,
Demanding emancipation

Holding on is futile
The sense of uncertainty sitting 
Tall is all 
That can be called Certain.

Stones settle:
Sacred.

Worthy of respect I come to see
that I can honor with reverence 
the silt that slips, unsure 

Of what is and will be more. 

An opportunity to practice
true release and faith feeling into, 
The uplifting in the beyond

Divine Order 
Grace 
Mercy

A tall team felt so strongly
In colors pulsing behind my eyes 
Fluffing my wings, ever so lightly
Clearing a safe pathway 

Reminding me to "look up"

Inviting me to request 
A free fall backwards
into what lies ahead 

Assuring me a landing, soft-
A bed of poems and metaphors
That will catch me 
Carrying me all the way home

To My Self. 


Sunday, February 27, 2022

Goodbyes to Ghosts

Shadows tip-toeing behind us, faded
Our eternal light, luminously created
Dark parts held firm, nice and steady
Integration awaits my heart, open and ready

I see our iterations, so dear and so clear
Our silhouettes wearing suits made of doubt, fear
What was once you I see now as a ghost
What was once me I see now as a host

A reckoning rattles- releases- a grip
Our story an old tale, a beautiful blip
Ghosts that gaze, connecting as one
I am released- sigh- that story is done 

The me that I see discovers you waiting, at ease
Your heart now thawing out, a long deep freeze
Sunlit fingers laced together, we pray
The contours that back us now point the way

Goodbye

My shadow will always belong to me
Your ghost will always be kindred, free 




Monday, February 21, 2022

Presidents Day Haiku

Dirty window glare

Dog hair scotch tape shadow truth

Dust floats as a ghost 

🐚🐚