What Light Summons

In the rarefied air after sickness/every poison distinct harsh thickness/so be wary, grounded and aligned/as I show up, canary in the mine./Bluebirds keep returning to their birthbox/invading house sparrow dives in and mocks./I wonder why they stay, locked ancestral/patterns simple imperatives:  nests will/be best here.  Back in my family home/where every slipshod deviation poem/inspires, the castigation is severe,/the burning wrath of generations sear/yet I must step into the flames.  My way/is through.  A life anonymous won’t do./When standing in the light, be sure the dark/is summoned.  All the open wounds will mark/the entry I create.  And though the hate,/the bitterness, the ire surrounds me, fire/channeled from all the unsettled places/bursts into now, still I open love’s spaces.

Inspired by: Anonymous, Burn, Simple and Slipshod. Is anyone else having difficulties with the free WordPress editor? I have this big black box halfway down my page and can’t enter text there. And preview says my blocks have encountered an error.

Fractal In Sight

I am Source expressing my unique fractal of Sourceness.

In the he-man woman-haters’ clique, kin
close ranks, hiss and spit, crow about their wins
–cash amassed on the backs of god knows who.
True to their rules, they cast me out, woe to

the outsider. They call grounding a fad,
they’re mad that I am walking barefoot, glad
to be one with source. Born out of scorn, free
from the box, I breathe. Drawn by killdeer dee

–white plovers enact ancient dramas, cry
for attention. A fish leaps and skips, sky
flying. Thrills on the waters, I am deep
in the dew-soaked grasses. Attentive, keep

open as tiny mushrooms tease my dreams
I was a sawyer with piles of debris
moldering wood I cut to logs for fuel,
releasing the dead couplings to dual.

Inspired by: Clique, Sawyer, Fad, a dream early this morning about sawing wood that today’s prompt helped me remember, and (featured image) last night’s sunset show.

Into The Light

Back in the family home with a chance
to interrupt the ancestral dance
I struggle. How to elevate this hate
echoing through the branches? Deep roots wait

on the shadowy paths. Eastern phoebe
whistles her name insistently. To heed
these messages, I seek tenant farmers
sailing west to escape a landlord’s harm.

They push and shove like captives in my hold
perceiving danger, try to steer the boat.
There is no place of safety in this world.
The power of my fractal is unfurled

as I speak truth to fearfulness and greed
and go outside to plant bare feet and seed
this soil with untold possibilities.
A female cardinal clicks and chips, pleads

for kinder relationships. Though I bleed
I staunch these wounds, to the end game proceed.
I will not bow to evil, for the light
reveals the needy darkness that takes flight.

Inspired by: Echo, Elevate, Click and Tenant.

New Ways Emerge

Agility with lies ordinary
fare in my dysfunctional family.
Survival outrivals speaking the flow
of truth. And oh, the dammed fuel let go

and energy released when, grounded in love,
fear is decreased and conquered, disposed of.
The words of power ripple like thrown stones
flung in ancestral waters to atone.

Inspired by: Ordinary. Featured image an instructive sign spotted in the forest yesterday.

Down That Same Path

We’re captive on the carousel of time.~Joni Mitchell

The man who cannot hear me refuses
tests, to my frustration. Brother uses
grandpa’s selective hearing to explain
it’s solely me Dad chooses to disdain.

And now I know it’s psychological
a physical kit to amplify will
not achieve victory in this attempt
to bridge the family gender contempt.

Inspired by: Kit, Carousel, Victory and Solely.

Family Frenzy

The morning dawns calm and sullen, large geese
families feast next door, defiant, least
of my concerns. My fury has built, stoked
by the males in my family who withhold

support I plead for. They have dismissed me.
If I could, I would go berserk, pissed, free
from civility. Just wait, I’ll kiss off
when this door’s through. Amenable and soft,

there are no laurels for my women kin.
We grind our bones to dust until the end
promised bliss beyond. I’m all alone now
celebrating life with every breath. How

anger carries me today, past headache,
weary with the circumstance of heartbreak.

Inspired by: Berserk, Bliss and Laurels. Thanks for listening today, I needed to vent.

Below, the family feeding this morning.

Growing On The Wing

The Redwing Blackbird prompts you to try to be the non-judgmental, unconditionally accepting force that provides balance, grounding, and a haven for those experiencing change. Do not participate in the drama – merely be there for them.

Growing light dispels illusions, startles
then the new perception sinks in. Portals
open when least expected. I’m rejected
by my brothers, disrespected. It’s all

a part of the connected field. Inject
fear and scorn. Nincompoop, fool, lunatic
name calling, no discourse, laconic shtick
masked by a jocularity. The sick

exposed by a quick wit. I bide my time,
deflect the barbed arrows hate seems to fling.
After all, love and compassion will bring
the hope of reconciling anything.

Inspired by: Nincompoop, Inject, Bide, the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Growth, Laconic and Jocularity.