Translating Space

My grandson greets me gregarious
I answer in kind as we FaceTime
our fresh living language just wrote, ah.

His passion loosed, he starts a haka
fierce dances and chest pounding
As we FaceTime, I answer in kind
his mother can’t tape this astounding

abandoning rules and creating
I answer in kind as we FaceTime
the vitriol atrocious ruckus

and the pique we release in our play
stamping feet, rhythmic shouting
as we FaceTime, I answer in kind
then, laughing, throw kisses, undoubting.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by: Pique, Ruckus, Atrocious, Vitriol and the OctPoWriMo Day 12 prompt, having fun in the process (Playful, Childlike, Silly) in the new-to-me Zanila Rhyme.

Beyond wanting

the outlier has no dignityas boundaries dissolve
running free, imaginingchary fear ignites
transmuting powerpent-up-energy howl
clearing the lineserupting uncontrolled
new portals rewrite scriptsburn up the stage
anything goesrant and rage
suddenly clearyour fireworks alight
outsidemy empty cage.

Inspired by Dignity, Chary, Firework, Howl, and the #OctPoWriMo Day 8 prompt, Breaking Boundaries in a Diamante or table form.

I chose the new-to-me cleave poem. As Jane Dougherty explains, “a cleave poem is three in one: left side says one thing, right side says its opposite. Read together they make a third poem.”

This morning, contemplating breaking boundaries, two songs from my impressionable youth emerged, each with lessons. Queen’s banned I Want To Break Free music video and this live Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers version of “Breakdown” (when Tom Petty tells the singing crowd “you’re gonna put me out of a job”). Part of the fairytale narrative I was spoon-fed, today these lessons remind me that “wanting” cages you in lack, so it’s a monumental waste of power. Note to self: Catch yourself saying “I want” and choose “I manifest.” And in the same way, demanding that someone “else” break their boundaries in order to give you something is another trap that leaves you spinning in futility. Note to self: Break down my own boundaries as soon as they become visible.

Featured image: outside shooting with a high shutter speed, different beings only reveal as I look at the images. This bee’s pose is such a gift.

Million-Dollar Shot

Lyrian lightships like to slip by bedecked
black as shadows low horizon circumspect
in caricature of clouds no one believes
yet here they are.  From the back seat I perceive
their immensity, sliding across the sky.
When filters fade, imagination grows psi
as simple constructs of space and time collide
how I excel inventing creative rides.
This million-dollar image could change closed minds
encased in doubt about to be left behind.
Lyrian lightships like to slip by bedecked
black as shadows low horizon circumspect.

In caricature of clouds no one believes
yet here they are.  From the back seat I perceive
their sheer audacity, mid-afternoon flaunt
cartwheeling over an anthill, nonchalant.
Secure that we won’t look?  Or is this invite
to drop into joyful play a sheer delight? 
No one will stop the car, so a fast shutter
speed is my recourse, click, click, click. I utter
my surprise, the white clouds puff and play along
It’s difficult to hide ships so dark and long.
Lyrian lightships like to slip by bedecked
black as shadows low horizon circumspect

Their immensity, sliding across the sky!
When filters fade, imagination grows psi
that swirls beneath what we insist must be real
–although handled children are taught: never feel
and sense in unknown ways that we created–
our visions shaped in rivalry, frustrated
Look up, children, at last the paranormal
sky-messengers are the tip of what’s normal.
Reality is splitting wide, as times’ lines 
shift.  We raise our sights catching obvious signs.
Lyrian lightships like to slip by bedecked
black as shadows low horizon circumspect.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by: Excel, Catching, Handle, Rivalry and #OctPoWriMo Day 5 prompt healing creating from the heart in a shape form or Licentia rhyme form.

Featured image taken yesterday as Lyrian lightships glided right overhead in such hilarious camouflage–I mean, this is broad slapstick humor.

Lightships are black.

Taken through the side window

#OctPoWriMo is really stretching me, expanding me into new spaces, which of course is where creativity sparks and flows and zings and….like that.

True Love Lessons

when we met in musical fall romance
my narrow view meant rescue and true love
until my body broke now our distance

off balance I trudge into wakefulness
hit hard and hurting from the jab my guts
insist I still. Yet I run playfulness

as rain erases traces, makes a mess
of the precise placement offered. True love’s
invite into the dawn precise largesse

the bunnies, hawks and I receive, profess
to understand.  The mostly green above 
a moving mystery, tantalized, blessed

red brilliance falling each leaf pure romance. 
From high a fool leaps—perhaps gently shoved? 
—the precipice, won’t I?  Openheart dance

a bluejay squawks and just in time, this yes 
slo mo surrender dive glides past each up-
draft and I’m rapt, furious gratefulness

curious codes.  Belly laughs sustain us
love calls all the mirages past burn up 
when we met in musical fall romance
until my body broke now our distance

Inspired by: Laugh, Trudge, Jab and Moving. I started a villanelle but this morning I’m a kid who just can’t color in the lines. I’m turning the page over and painting the walls and ceilings of my consciousness. You know, that kind of day?

Featured image is a kaleidoscope filter on this love letter the sky left me.

Weird Things Dance*

Pay attention to where your consciousness is being steered to reinforce narratives that may not be in the highest interests of all concerned.~Sandra Walter

All the new revelations show the old
lies bait and switch sleight of hand what is real

we create with intention our powers
rising into view honor what we feel

our delivery system looks a mess
childish outbursts tantrums emotional

distress alive vibrating here we are
the fine philanthropy devotional

dizzying variety of being
leaves caught in the wind chaotic beauty

in the name of love we imagine now
filters falling autumn’s calling duty

in deep integrity our voices rise
speaking in love opens our new surprise

Inspired by: Switch, Variety, Delivery, Philanthropy, the Stream of Consciousness Saturday post new/old and #OctPoWriMo Day 3 prompt finding beauty in chaos.

Soundcloud recording here

*Title is from a quote by M.H. Boroson, “Nothing is ever as simple as it seems. At the edge of perception, weird things dance and howl.”

Featured image is the kaleidoscope effect on this photo of a chaotic pile of leaves.

Stream of consciousness Saturday usually leads to an outpouring of poems inspired by the editing I am not allowed to do. I did make four edits as I was writing.

Pry My Heart Open

‘Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.’~Rumi

I’m ferocious intention, I decry
boldfaced atrocious lies. Manipulate
no more. Exposed.  Intuition’s rise guides
in silence from all sides.  Listen. Composed

in connection we tap into the deep
emotional roots that steep and simmer.
All squabbles amplified. Scream and cry. Feel
joy and sorrow.  Time reveals each fractal’s

critical. We can’t wait. No tomorrow.
Breath is now, a swirl of blessings we share
across the world. Receive and know essence
shatters life’s dreamy haze. Death is the wow

of waking.  Imagine cups overflow
the stream of love making our words matter.

Inspired by: Ferocious, Wow, Amplify, Squabble and #OctPoWriMo Day 2 prompt, write of feeling vulnerable in a Lannet sonnet.

Featured image is a photo of moss and bark with a 3D fractal filter.

Soundcloud recording here.

Living Full Pelt

October flings sunrise delight.
Eyes dazzle as the gloomy night
releases icy grips.  My heart
invites love in for a new start.

I’ve searched without, yet here within
my ever-shining light I spin
my torsion fields.  Creating art
invites love in for a new start.

All that I seek is part of me.
I’m tuning in.  My harmony
has synchronized. Flawless, my part
invites love in for a new start.

October flings sunrise delight
invites love in for a new start.

Inspired by: Flawless, Pelt, Synchronize, and the #OctPoWriMo prompt, shining your light in a Kyrielle sonnet.


Beyond The Pale

I’ve tried to rhyme all morning, stuck inside
the dissonance of the false narrative
absurd, repetitive brushwork, a glide
of gilded paint obscuring rooted truth.

I have no tolerance to mask symptoms.
The germ theory death knell’s one big lie.  I’ll 
never buy Rockefeller’s Pharma scheme—
sell byproducts of petroleum.  Spread

wide and sinking deep, I’ll not inject more
toxins into my veins.  Fraud can’t sustain
in thinking people, but logic’s not taught
these days.  We’re walking in a purchased haze,

we sign the unseen contracts that belie
reality.  Compose a eulogy 
to fury, that old flame doused by the car-
tels’ ruthless power game.  You’ll rise again.

Inspired by: Sustain, Fury, Belie and Eulogy.

Becoming Light

Extract uplifting lessons by dealing forthrightly 
with your knottiest dilemmas.~Rob Brezsny

Young corybantic dances wild and free
revealed as puppetry, enslaved and taxed
by profiteers mining my energy.
No longer ensconced in media tracks

weaving the lies so blatantly absurd,
my family decries my candid verse,
turning away, lineage dance unrehearsed.
And in the space revealed, the universe

and I’m becoming light, losing weight, no
surrendering to some predestined fate.  
Imagination is the key.  I know
beyond what’s real there’s far more to create.

Inspired by: Tax, Ensconced, Corybantic and Candid.

I’ll Play You A Song

It was such a small space in time
I never knew that I would find
A musical path for all to see
Anxiety into ecstasy~Danny Seraphine/David “Hawk” Wolinski

You can’t purchase this verve, my newfound nerve.
Watch me leap from the precipice, danger
imminent, illusory.  I reserve
my rights, embrace my wrongs. I’m no stranger

to change, and right now I’m aflame, the fizz
and froth of inspiration alchemy
—I’m snapping along with congas, a wiz—
receptive, creating reality. 

Inspired by: Purchase, Verve, Froth and Imminent. And written while listening to Leonid and Friends (one of whom is Arturo Sandoval) absolutely rock this cover of Street Player.