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He sang my pulse a metronome

March 26, 2017 By in Poetry Tags: , , , , , , , 17 Comments

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I once took a lover

Substantial as the undertow

He sang…

He sang my pulse a metronome

As mermaids surfaced mesmerized

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He showed me between his strong legs

Thick hairs, long soaked in the moon

Permeated with his strength and compassion

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To love and be loved is evermore

His words becoming the flesh of dreams

I moved like seaweed in his tides

Undulate and grounded

Melding with the cello of his landing

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Compelled, the spirits

Shuffling wistfully in dust

Remembered their names

Became eager for color

Incanted lullabies

Spellbound by our heat

As it rose to claim them

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Proud, my body animal

Went to ground bearing seed

I became witness and thunder

Rounded and swelling in storms

Unfolding broad wings bearing rain

A haloed tunnel of bone and cusp

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All forgotten in the first cry of birthing

As in this moment my world split in two

And continued to divide into ocean and land

Both realms indigenous to the lost souls of Man.

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Artist:  “Whispers” Monique Passicot

Somewhere

May 18, 2014 By in Poetry Tags: , , , , , , , 33 Comments

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Balancing, not so delicately,

on the heads of seven pins

I wake in the middle of the night

dazed by the hurrying of the sun and the moon through the sky.

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Somewhere there is an open field

where the seeds of tall grasses live out their days

in dialogue with dew and stars,

Cicada legs thrumming the air

a stillness held in their cadence,

Where fire flies lace the leaves of trees in encircling forests

inscribing their delicate electrical tracings of desire,

a lit calligraphy of … hello, come see me

I am aflame with light

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Somewhere there is an open field within me

amidst the deep woods of words 

the impregnable tall trees of thought

a vast silence of living

wrapt entirely in wonder

 

Modification

January 21, 2014 By in Poetry Tags: , , , , , 23 Comments

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In the stunned summer sun

rows upon rows of

silent corn stand

   their postures attentive

but ineffective

except in the order of things.

I hover somewhere overwhelmed 

between grief and loss   

Imagining

three sisters rambling in freshened fields 

corn, beans and squash

   a symbiotic sweet milk of the earth

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The abduction of the corn  

entered    altered  chastened   

bound now to precision   

replication

A singular armada of swollen ears

no longer listening

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A survivor

I depend on the humblest herbs

too common to become a sport

Drinking teas steeped in wildness

we mingle in the blood

By moving together though

we gain momentum

Instead of rubbing salt  

like two sticks to start a fire

lamenting these golden

hollow walls

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artist: Michal Lukasiewicz

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Singing shells

January 14, 2014 By in Poetry Tags: , , , 16 Comments

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Dark glasses in the sun hiding blindness

 I’ve been running ahead while looking back

until

collecting silent clues

I’m becoming a butterfly amongst the bees

winging it

as I find my way

down the dark passage

of singing shells

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Finding a winter rhythm this year is a bit like being in a jerky elevator…..best laid plans, just get to the floor and open the door. The words coming slow in a weathered  suspension, collecting clues from poems becoming puzzles….meaning pivoting on just one word … the rhythm finding me in a slow molasses changing well- engrained routines, unsettling boundaries used to the intimacies of osmosis.

Perfect landing

December 31, 2013 By in Art, Poetry Tags: , , , , 14 Comments

Perfect landing

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I step lightly between the landing of the animus

The muse who comes lifting honey

from the hives

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Pollinating words penetrating

through veils

Boundaries permeable by light

still feeling the sinew and bones of intention

 smiling around dark corners

unabashed

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Pregnant with Animus…keep it steady there  © J.H. White

Before dawn

December 18, 2013 By in Poetry Tags: , , , , , , 18 Comments

I’m pedaling

slowly

It’s a down time

face up floating

a sea of heart’s desire

directed,

as night caresses

and dreams open like books

dissolving their meaning

no longer rigid

 rising to the surface

for light and air

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Now deep in the hum of an extended writing project, I miss the relationship with my WordPress community. I wondered if I could keep up both directions in expression….the immediacy of day by day reflections and the task of organizing a larger body of work into a cohesive whole.

Still opening to deeper insight in the stillness of the night, nowadays after hours of the chaos of creative effort, I’ve decided to re-post some of the earlier poems, unedited. For me they are like talking with an old friend….calming, encouraging. Where am I today with these thoughts? Do they surface now with new meaning? I treasure the comments made and the friendships that have been nurtured with these seeds that were sown in this fertile ground.

Three

September 21, 2013 By in Poetry Tags: , , , , , , , , , , 17 Comments

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Doubt and Belief silently argue

as they sit upon a box

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Trust joins them

adding 3 wheels to the box

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giving mobility

to the debate

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everyone’s muscles still tense

when they pass Hope or Violence

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but they are now meandering

around the countryside

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looking for the exact spot

where their grief is buried

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photo credit: Unknown

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