Category Archives: Poetry

Poetic offerings from a wide awake woman.

Pheonix

daring adventurer
dancing the flames
of my own undoing
dancing the flames
of my own resurrection

journeyer;
expanding
in to
oblivion

what awaits me?
mystery
that which is behind me
i no longer need

you thought i was further along…
i thought i was catching up
really,
i was catching fire

burning alive
by my own virtue
burning alive
from my own passion

from ashes i rise

The Goddess of Loring Park

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i met a goddess the other day
as i was walking
in Loring Park
she caught me quite by surprise
and
i couldn’t quite place who she was
(at first)
standing there,
by the pond
arms reached to heaven
in some sort of dance
she spoke to me
in a language i could not hear
or understand
yet felt deeply in my bones
maybe you have seen her
met her
talked to her, too
if not…
someday,
if you like
i can take you to the place
where Freya lives
as a tree
in Loring Park

 

Image credits:
Main image: https://www.pamreinke.com/products/goddess-tree
Body image:https://www.pinterest.com/pin/231020655855526407/

Gate 6

I lay this heartache
on the bare-bones altar
of all my dreams

WHO AM I!?
I scream in vain
A question echoing through
the empty walls of my heart

No one will answer…..

No one can.

[Image Credits]
[Creator:Picasa]
[Retrieved from: https://elainemansfield.com/2016/listening-dark-descent-inanna/]

Like a Weed

I hope the seed I am
grows like a weed:

Without any reverence for where I’m supposed to grow
or where it would be more convenient.

Finding the cracks and tiny spaces in everything;
spreading my particular kind of beauty
in the most unlikely places.

 

 

Image credit: claudialala.tumblr.com

My Next Bold Move

I need something familiar

some solid ground

where I can find my feet

I need something tangible

something to wrap my hands

or my head

around

some kind of guidepost

safe guard

security blanket

I want to stay

everything screaming to run

I want to run

everything screaming to stay

hanging on the precipice

of my next bold move

 

image credit: by Rafaelll90 in Manipulations, discovered on http://www.ordinaryservant.com

 

shattering

I see you with her
so tender
so indescribably sweet

love pours from every fiber of your being
a miracle before my eyes
I ache with regret
all the way to my soul

those precious little moments break me
a million pieces
scattered in every conceivable direction
you are so in love with her

and I…

I have missed my chance to swim in the ecstacy of every coo
to marvel at each imperceptible milestone

I missed your first kiss – off chasing dragons

that’s the price I pay for being too selfish
or maybe too sick
to notice tender moments incubating miracles
the price when
from conception
a child is an inconvenience

I didn’t even know what I was missing

I do now.

my only salvation
is to feel this exquisite heartbreak
writhing between longing and ecstasy
knowing that this shattering
is that love

 

Photo credit: http://photobucket.com/images/eyes%20crying%20blood

Five

Life creeps in around me

and I weep

I feel out of place

disconnected

my own star, dim by comparison.

the collective looks so beautiful

there in its other world –

colors twirling, unfurling, embracing

cracks in the wall

even the ones that enclose me.

eyes down in grief,

transformative beauty before me;

the evolution that would happen

should I raise my glance

to meet its eye

aye, face down

I weep

and life creeps in around me.

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image credit: Shadowscapes Tarot

New Photosynthesis

It was summer 2001.  California was suffering perhaps the largest blackout in history, which started late 2000.  Politicians were all over the news talking about conservation.  It sounded more like an empty prayer for political support than real hope. The US was at war in Afghanistan.

I was listening to a lot of Ani DiFranco, working in an extremely conservative environment, and finding hints of mySelf playing peek-a-boo from behind the walls of a paradigm that wasn’t really mine.

In my usual sardonic tone, this crept out the end of my pen…

New Photosynthesis

The parking lots have begun to photosynthesize
And the air out there, well it smells real nice
A better version of grass has taken hold
But the kids don’t mind cutting it as much as the old
We cut trees away from the power lines
The squirrels and the birds are doing just fine
But the folks in Californ-I-A
Can still only see by the light of day

The man on the hill cries conservation
To a crazy, confused, and misled natioin
Captivated by every word,
Believing the truth is what they heard
But the folks in Californ-I-A
Can still only see by the light of day

The White House is still white
And the politicians are too
At least from what we can see
By the liberating things they do
Equality and freedom were the promise
White christian male the default premise

Thank God for those old blues guys from Mississippi
And the generation that invented the hippie
Or we’d  be up to our ears without any soul, brother
And in a war over a war that was fought for another

Oh yeah, we are.

 

Photo credits:

http://www.pintrest.com, Hippie Movement, pinned from tree-nation.com