Day Twenty Seven
Raindrops
May I hide with you
in garden deep, under fronds
and crimson roses,
with faerie folk as cousins,
and raindrops our libation.
Day Twenty Seven
May I hide with you
in garden deep, under fronds
and crimson roses,
with faerie folk as cousins,
and raindrops our libation.
Day Twenty Six
little blueberry
rolling from my eager lips,
a bankrupt sigh asyour inky distillation
betrays your sanctuary
Day Twenty Four
Storm
Heavy with blossom
fragrant arms bow, kiss earth.
She makes her nest,back and forth against the storm
and heralds her creation.
It has been a rollercoaster ride the last few days. My computer is back and so am I. Catching up.
Day Twenty Three
Rollercoaster
Staunched, my rib cage leaves
no allowance for breath,
I cannot inhale deep enough
to push away fear of
what might be, or is.I cannot force myself into
light where all will see
the fakery, the bold face lies.
See I am unable, incapable.Why was I led so far,
allowed to believe
something I am not.Trust melts in heat of realization,
drips through floor boards curled
through neglect,
a much better place to reside,
out of sight
out of mind
never to be used again.
Author’s Note:
As I said, it has been a wild ride.
Day Twenty Two
Big Blue Bear
Sunday worship, a custom
child with hat and white gloves, black patent shoes
kneeling, hands folded, head bowed in supplicationguitars, women nearer the altar, kiss of peace
a pause, a long time gone
new words for old prayers, re-imaging Christ
no longer defined by Sunday or its tired form
In reverence of Redwood architecture
joining air to earth to that which lies beneath
I stand in awe of your strength
pay homage to your constancyThree minutes down the city banded
alleyway, a wall to halt my vagrancy,
you press me to change my viewpoint,
look up instead of down, past high rise windows
my eyes ascend to glimpse a peek of sky where
buildings join air to earth
to that which lies beneath
In observance I discover
You are also hereOutside my glazed glass frame
a tree bows in reverence under snow,
crow, owl and squirrel, bees and spiders
await their spring ritual
Tree, oh Tree, you brush my face
in morning hello
tap my window in icy storm
wear that which I cannot control,
innocent release to what Is,
you welcome me to journey
enraptured I bow to YouLilacs, lavender, iris
purple flora scenting air
fill my lungs with song
I chant Your beingIn weep of rain,
I receive your indulgence
wash away quotidian dust
rain, oh, rain
a baptism of comfort issued
Your lullaby and caressI fear of being homeless,
without a house to cover my form.
But You are home within my being,
a house not of cards to collapse
with slightest breath
but Spirit filled dwelling
where I rest and cry, sleep and love,
You place yourself within
to walk with me in holy sanctuary
all the days of my lifeLeo was there to welcome him home,
a scrap from a letter, condolences from Pam
angel doggie card in remembrance of Bremen
canidae, anubis, golden wolf,
protector of graves and cemeteries
I celebrate your unwavering devotion
Dog and GodMagdalene, a most notable person,
not whore who washed his feet,
that image only for those who boast
of saving souls, condemning sinners,
I know you as woman of understanding
the one who saw, the one who loved
the one who believed
I praise your graceI am not the Big Blue Bear
peering into the great glass cave
hoping to be welcomed into
a walled-in temple, a postcard
perfect invitation to entice me
into a rigid model of salvation,
I choose to step aside,
turn around to join those in dance
under clear blue sky, each a unique
expression of You reveling in
your liturgy welcoming to all,
your holy sacrament to make us OneThere is no conspiracy to
make me think I am Beloved,
I am
It is maitri,
through my bewilderment,
I find compassion
In disorientation, harmony,
with my befuddlement,
I am re-written, turned,
and in gratitude I accept me
I am Yours eternally
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Author’s Note:
Click for how this poem came to be!
What I’ve used to create this piece:
Almanac Questionnaire
Weather: rain
Flora: lilacs, lavender, iris
Architecture: Redwoods
Customs: Sunday Worship
Mammals/reptiles/fish:
Childhood dream:
Found on the Street:
Export:
Graffiti:
Lover:
Conspiracy: not being beloved
Dress:
Hometown memory:
Notable person: Mary Magdalene
Outside your window, you find: my Tree
Today’s news headline:
Scrap from a letter: Condolence card for Bremen from Pam
Animal from a myth:
Story read to children at night:
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: Wall
You walk to the border and hear:
What you fear: Being houseless
Picture on your city’s postcard: Big Blue Bear
Day Twenty
Sunday worship, a custom
child with hat and white gloves, black patent shoes
kneeling, hands folded, head bowed in supplicationguitars, women nearer the altar, kiss of peace
a pause, a long time gone
new words for old prayers, re-imaging Christ
no longer defined by Sunday or its tired form
In reverence of Redwood architecture
joining air to earth to that which lies beneath
I stand in awe of your strength
pay homage to your constancyThree minutes down the city banded
alleyway, a wall to halt my vagrancy,
you press me to change my viewpoint,
look up instead of down, past high rise windows
my eyes ascend to glimpse a peek of sky where
buildings join air to earth
to that which lies beneath
In observance I discover
You are also hereOutside my glazed glass frame
a tree bows in reverence under snow,
crow, owl and squirrel, bees and spiders
await their spring ritual
Tree, oh Tree, you brush my face
in morning hello
tap my window in icy storm
wear that which I cannot control,
innocent release to what Is,
you welcome me to journey
enraptured I bow to YouLilacs, lavender, iris
purple flora scenting air
fill my lungs with song
I chant Your beingIn weep of rain,
I receive your indulgence
wash away quotidian dust
rain, oh, rain
a baptism of comfort issued
Your lullaby and caressI fear of being homeless,
without a house to cover my form.
But You are home within my being,
a house not of cards to collapse
with slightest breath
but Spirit filled dwelling
where I rest and cry, sleep and love,
You place yourself within
to walk with me in holy sanctuary
all the days of my lifeTo be continued…
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Author’s Note:
Click for explanation of this growing poem!
What I’ve used so far…
Almanac Questionnaire
Weather: rain
Flora: lilacs, lavender, iris
Architecture: Redwoods
Customs: Sunday Worship
Mammals/reptiles/fish:
Childhood dream:
Found on the Street:
Export:
Graffiti:
Lover:
Conspiracy:
Dress:
Hometown memory:
Notable person:
Outside your window, you find: my Tree
Today’s news headline:
Scrap from a letter:
Animal from a myth:
Story read to children at night:
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: Wall
You walk to the border and hear:
What you fear: Being houseless
Picture on your city’s postcard: