Incredibly smart and focused, they don’t tolerate nonsense. If you are working with Blue Jays, you may have to call out what you see—even if doing so upsets or annoys others—making sure your voice is heard.~Bernadette King
Alone at home, I frost neck, fingers, steal
glances in the mirror, flaunt facets, feel the layers of these heirloom stones easing the ancient weight of grief. Woman-pleasing
now focused on me. The prototype
malfunctioned; I begin again, touch-type the story where I star–a super hero breaking through accultured stupor
choosing the qualities I embody
shedding snake-like lies shoddy and gaudy instilled into my crystal bones. I see I’m malleable light. I create me.
Inspired by: Flaunt, Malfunction, Prototype and Frost. (Yes, spellcheck, I made up a word. Poets can do that.)
Featured images: a gorgeous bluejay came calling.
Title from that
scene in How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days.
The earth, the air, the fire, the water, return, return, return, return.~ Libana
In my new space, a place for everything
and everything in its place, so don’t bring me anything. Avarice in its pride must subside. I have enough. Glorified
gold-digging doesn’t interest me. Pity
the hollow-eyed cadaverous zombies who reach for what’s outside themselves. I see when hardened pieces of my heart, unfree
emerge to snark and complain bitterly,
a sign to welcome what’s been prisoned, free I wake from my past trance, within I dance nothing out there can heal this hurt. Perchance
the wellsprings of my soul, which freely flow
can bring a fiery stream and set aglow into the furnace of my focus’ fire for deep healing is what I most desire
And all the desiccated places burst to flames
when aired and watered, grounded, claimed and named.
Inspired by: Hollow , Furnace , Avarice , Pity and the aftermath of a powerful exercis e from John O’Donohue’s Anam Cara .
Tell no one else, only the wise/For the crowd will sneer at one/I wish to praise what is fully alive,/What longs to flame toward death.~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (translation by John O’Donohue)
Reading the morning propaganda, sigh
and come alert. Everything’s veiled, denied the truth perverted, misaligned, weighted by whoppers. Vérité infiltrated
so the skate on flimsy premises yields
distractions, causes inaction. Minefields of lies drive bickering, the trickery cast like a spell. I know it well. Sickly
the population submits. Dissonance
imprisons us. Sing now in innocence and joy. Grounded in earth, rediscover mirth. Life’s close companion death uncover.
Inspired by: Everything, Veiled and the inspiring book Anam Cara.
Featured image: a gorgeous sycamore tree which sadly only exists now in this photo and my memory.
The beings I live with tell me with droops
and drops their needs. Outside I bring scoops of seeds for shy titmice and chickadees who grab and go past sparrow-crowds to trees.
I live alone free from conspiracy.
My urge to nurture focused finally on loving me. The giver now receives and balance is my byword. I believe
and so I question everything. The guys
have gone, the wreck death wrought capsized. Our ties are strong. I will it so. Hypnotic daze and outbursts typic of narcotic waste
forgiven as the tides of love sweep clean
assiduously. With the birds and green gloriously alive I start anew passion ignited, singing my breakthrough.
Inspired by: Guys, Conspiracy, Narcotic and Wreck.
…And brought them all together for the night, I know they’d never match my sweet imagination. Everything looks worse in black and white.~ Paul Simon
The third riverbank I perceive in dreams
before my mind ossifies how life seems into a prison fear recommends. Black and white and shades of gray, a fascist’s lack
of imagination: color sputters
fizzles, false premises clutter. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire, so agile heart’s aflame as false narratives fall apart.
Inspired by: Recommend, Clutter, Agile, Ossify and written for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt black, gray and white.
Kodachrome was recorded in Muscle Shoals Studios, Alabama with the amazing musicians The Swampers.
As the trance escalates, I find I crave
palisades, recall climbing high to brave the ancient fear of falling. On the ledge imbibe the crystal clarity. The edge
an opening that breaks the spell. Step wise
and carefully among the stones, for eyes deceive. It is imperative to breathe and feel with senses that are commonly
asleep. My memories catch, hold. I’m deep
and break the spell. Distractions cannot keep me with their straw man fallacies. I’m free changing perspective, joyful sovereignty.
Inspired by: and vivid memories of hikes in New Jersey. Imbibe, Palisade, Crave, Escalate
Featured image: Palisades Interstate Park in New Jersey (Flickr/AugieRay.)
My star-studded skies, celestial guides
and deep-rooted loves from the afterlife send sweet feathered beings. Swift flight shadows flicker and I stare into sun, transpose–
all these fluttering winged celebrations
demand I shift: my new elevation, the cornucopia seed-laden, glare upon the window–I am blinded there.
The workmen yesterday left dust in drifts
like unexpected unintended gifts the sun reveals. Smears left so cavalier their mess coalesced at sunrise appears
Inspired by: Cavalier, Afterlife, Cornucopia and Coalesce.
Featured photo by Chris. (I will need to clean my windows before I can take a shot like this!)
I’m catching flak for pointing out the spin
the fabric of time’s historical win. A team of yarn-spinners’ deft weft, the wool pulled over our eyes snug and tight. We’re fooled
from the womb, enter helpless and blinking
guided to strange looms, we weave unthinking. Conspiracy theorist, are you shrieking? Beyond cloth of reality, seeking.
Inspired by: Flak, Team, Historical and Weft.
A hairy woodpecker taps balcony
beams. It seems I’m summoned. The alchemy of beings in this new space requires adding suet to my list: feed fliers
who bring fleeting messages guaranteed
to knock the glum from my awareness, seed spectral emanations which I’ll root, deep and resolute. Mystical commute: sleep
bridges realities. Feathered sages
signal zilch til I slow, breathe. Through stages I’m advised to stay alert. Gates unseal and I’ll fly through as openings reveal.
Inspired by: Commute, Glum, Spectral and Zilch.
Featured image of hairy woodpecker by Karen.
This morning I choose jasmine fragrant air
and sweet silence. Green-blue sanctuary cannot replace the lake but here I’m safe. Breathe unridiculed, erase the strafe.
My plants fresh-watered after their dry move
reach leafy fronds into new spaces, prove we made it through the sanctimonious storming–creeds obtrude acrimonious. Conforming narrative vacuity’s deemed necessary. Perpetuity’s grip I slip in the new time line. The shift is swift though the intense passage adrift in chaos made me doubt my worth. Rebirth a gift I give unstintingly to me wittingly. The decades spent supporting others’ dreams transmuted gold rewarding.
Inspired by: Erase, Perpetuity, Fragrant and Obtrude.
Featured image: My peace lily, especially, loves her new space.