We are the Music
A panic came to me tonight –
I realised, like a spiralled, stinging shock,
I will never hear all the music in this world….
Such richly tapestried clusters of sounds
in our ardent souls.
Perhaps we are the marvellous music
and it
is
us…..
Chronic Contemplation
Swimming to the surface of turbulent aching
from depths of living, such bottomless sleeping.
Blue black night fades into lightness.
Dawn seeps in through golden window shades
forming shards of colour on magnolia walls
like a sky hung arc, singing with vibration.
Bed lies empty now, still warm
yet holds no ease for a pain wracked one
when movement beckons the chi to rise,
the healing, holding wings of wisdom
to take charge, and live.
Cold, moist floor slams against cracked, dry soles,
soles scrunch up as if pulling heavily away
to escape cruel punitiveness
and voice in head demands warm bed,
motion free.
Retreating from pain and Life
are not kindly options.
Shards on the wall move;
colours change.
Music touches Soul
Tears welling behind eyelids
Existential Love
First written in 2011 a month before Cancer surgery: September 10, 2011 at 1:08am
Swift bird’s flight steals you from seductive clouds
and carries you out into the humming, sighing universe.
It clangs, that pulsating blood of mine
your breath the fuelling fire –
your smile crooked, clowning, shaking my soul
from it’s cosy nest…..
I thought I was a Linnet till the cloud cracked
& I saw my face in raindrops, glistening like
crystals in lights of full moon sky…..
I realised then with fragile, inner voice
that I was human, just being,
longing to be a bird free on the wing.
And you, my shoulder to weep soft tears upon
when my wound up wings
were wrapped to my aching sides. “
Myopic Monday
Rolled up like a soft kitten in a ball – that’s how I’ve been for days now. Can’t face all the ‘stuff’ living brings. Sympathy not needed but a screaming, wrestling, bodacious partner to stand with me in field to fling arms and voices at the moon- oh yes! Don’t call… just turn up at my door … I will smile, we will giggle….Bring it on….
Don’t you think EVERYTHING takes so long these days?…. If I were working, would I REALLY have time to spend 40 mins talking to my phone company re a problem THEY caused? Not to mention the 20 mins I had to be “in the queue”!
Look – I don’t do figures, in fact anything which involves memory, numbers, following instructions – yep, it’s all rapidly shuttling off into the wings of my mind…. “get a grasp” I say…. “get a grasp”….. They say “why haven’t you”….. Is it that difficult to see why?…. I chew out my anger scrunched jaw and flash my eyes, as if they were black…..
You see… I speak not only for me but for the injustices of the world…. Don’t we ALL just want a simple life…. ? Don’t tell me to shape up, grow up and face reality…. what IS reality? Who has created this virtual world anyway…?
My get up and go left a few years ago…. I don’t appear to be able to find it ….
or even a different route…..
Oh excruciating myopia….. thou dost lead me to brick walls…. my body aches trying to break them down……
Writing – you are my warm silky hot chocolate which I dive into… no calories… how blessed am I!
He no likes this beer,
his lips do not slap
for that one…
yet he IS Peroni,
perfection wrapped up
in a laughing, creative, bundle
of rebel like uniquiness.
You say,
we are all unique ~
I say,
you don’t know Peroni…..
Equilibrium
Here it is,
softened by elements so warm,
autumnal winds raise skirts and flags
as the equinox opens wide the door
inviting itself in.
King cups incubating underground
await the winter chills to come and pass
before their faces break to the light again.
Yet for now, it’s Mabon’s time.
Tread softly into completion,
as the natural world calls for gentleness
while all around rages, freezes then thaws….
before Ostara comes our way once more.
Your wheel is whatever you make it….
within your perfect equilibrium.
Equinox Full
The colours of the evolving year
sleep behind the dark of night.
Harvest Moon pivots perfectly,
balanced on a star.
Lovers say not a word, for none make sense
here, near this coming Equinox.
It’s good to slip gently into this good night
and listen to the message of the scrying owls;
they have much to teach,
we have more to learn,
our colours of bodacious Autumn to explore.
Crystal Night
Crystal night- blue sky tonight. Winds quite still – rain long ceased as moon two thirds full, waxes over Hall Farm. High in the sky she smiles, teasing me homeward in my old, green motor. She seems to drive herself this car of mine, under such cool and luminous incandescence.
This night is for lovers of the deepest passions. Come moon – peel back our fears – the stars are your friends, the sky is full of your wizardry. We dance to your tunes, Hearts naked.
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