Saturday, April 30, 2011

Thursday, April 28, 2011

and loss

Hold the line
straight through the heart
you drive with balance through loss

-in remembrance of all that was lost in the tornado in the southern US

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

resting with abundance

Weary with intention but not undone
resting with abundance in the unpillowed bed
together they sleep into unknowing  

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Monday, April 25, 2011

watching the crossroads

Outside this window on a Monday afternoon
West Eastland and McFerrin
is more than I can see.
Wheels, squeals, horns and noise-
Frenetic energy of movement-

Outside this window in the dark of almost Tuesday
In the middle of the crossroads- the storm pulled me in.
Understanding
almost
West Eastland and McFerrin
`
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Sunday, April 24, 2011

tearfully beyond

The tear that fell on my shirt
started a waterfall
that pushed me outside.

Holy red clay arms enfolded me until the lake of tears went dry.
shirt damp and trickling
drawn and returning to Easter joy inside.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

to going

The windshield splattered with dead bugs
does not deter me from seeing 30 minutes into the future~



A mirage in the spring time haze-
Nashville
calmly holding a bit of my heart.

`

Friday, April 22, 2011

Faithfully



Although I cannot see her
My willow sways outside in the dark.
All those I know do the same.

But inside, my dog supports my elbow while I type.

`

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

I submit

Submitting~
to the passion of the breakers.
The dogwood blossoms rush forward }}}


just
     out of reach |
                             | of  the undertow of hungry shadows

just
     out of reach | 
                               | of the receding house of contempt.



 ///// Driven forward
over riding the pristine white fence of fear
the blossoms elude the yellow sign of hell with a wave~


Fully  o u t s t r e t c h e d
blossoms fling themselves
upon
the shore
of my
heart.


 `
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unafraid

`
No longer an imposter in my own life.
I am not fraudulent despite my inconsistencies
I hire out to have the dead tree removed
In the space  a home is framed
and I get more mulch.

'

Monday, April 18, 2011

dissolving into laughter

`
Distance measured by a long


silence.



dissolve into a memory of laughter

`

Sunday, April 17, 2011

and time spent with a willow



The flexible the willow reveled in the dance, reluctant to notice the toll it took on her feet.

The willow embraced the out-of- tune songs of lonely angels, screwing its roots into the ground.

By morning the willow had surrendered many branches and the whim of God was found at the roots.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

overcome with a hopeful heart

Inkseed Poetry Prompt- Adversary/Beauty April 15, 2011

A talisman of adversaries
transformed inside the artists heart-
Lay like puddles of protection round the rooted feet.
Strong arms stretched up
Gently
collecting light into leaves
Breathe into balance
from death into life.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

sometimes there is a hateful story


A History

Warily I wander~ the peripheries
Fearful, tearful, discouraging----family
Blankly, dankly, disregarded ----peers.
Holes like a a sieve within my soul-

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

and I am reminded to remember



Calling all constructors of courage and builders of balance
unconstrict my heart, like a lighthouse in the distance.

come
cloak my fears
you aging street marker-
soothe my knots
you healing hands of my masseuse-
soften my heart
you pile of  desert rocks-
put a path in my way  
you stepping stones in the garden-
connect me like lightening
you biblical verse so patiently waiting-
bring tears of surrender
you ugly green shoes-
surround my edges with yesterdays
you images of yesterdays blessings-
come breath that contains me
you prayerful moment-
come hold all this
and now let it go...

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Monday, April 11, 2011

almost lazily


Air currents lifting blossoms~
lazy as a coral reef.
They wave to me when I walk by. 

Sunday, April 10, 2011

and gives so much

Letting my life lay on its back-
spread wide against the warm deck 
reaching- 
layers of life embraced by my heart 
How can I feel so complete this in this moment ? I try not to cling...


And through the hedge like fog; Maggie's house breathes out these lyrics- 

HOME AGAIN- by Carol King
Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever gonna make it home again
It's so far and out of sight
I really need someone to talk to, and nobody else
Knows how to comfort me tonight

Snow is cold, rain is wet
Chills my soul right to the marrow
I won't be happy till I see you alone again
Till I'm home again and feeling right

Snow is cold, rain is wet
Chills my soul right to the marrow
I won't be happy till I see you alone again
Till I'm home again and feeling right
Till I'm home again and feeling right

I wanna be home again and feeling right

Friday, April 08, 2011

new

`
The saturated green of a  rainy day
brought my heart back from the perfectly round hole
of yesterdays loss.
 `

Thursday, April 07, 2011

while the earth resists nothing



An explanation- I had in mind to write about the beautiful spring day I experienced while walking upon the earth-but that is not what happened...  
Does the still naked oak worry over the willows leaves?
Does the pine long for flowers the world could see?
Does the dogwood wish it could bloom before the cherry?

While the Earth Resists Nothing


By an open door~

My shirted pink back upon a rugged floor
Back of tired eyelids rest upon blue irises,
And the wants of a black dog go unheeded.

But oh dear sweet earth,
please heed my call ...
Hold me lightly in your palm.
Embrace my impatience as it drains from my heart~
into the bent knees and outstretched arms,
out through my bare souls.

Releasing light into root shafts-
hair spread out in a halo.

Take this sin away in a landslide of love,
Wash it away, consume it in fire,
I want to hear the gentle breeze whisper me home.
Loosening tightness.
Letting go of what I want to see,
so I can see what is.
Inviting the spirit of patience, the rhythm of balance
  into my over protected heart.

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

in the ever changing mask

Inkseeds Poetry Prompt -April 6, 2011- Masks

There she is
at home

There
she is belonging

There
SHE 
IS.
contained-but NOT constrained.

There
within
the walls of the world~
mostly herself.

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

finding residual blessings

  Poetry Prompt- April 5, 2011

                                                                                                                image link

Against the intangible
purple-blue wall
a collection of palms hold a family portrait.


Monday, April 04, 2011

remembering to belong

Poetry Prompt by Jennie Page- April 4, 2011                                     


               where I belong shifts                      sideways-
while the sun shines on me anyway
              Dreaming- the words fall to page~ belonging not to me..



I stumble toward balance

Focus -
is before me...
Sensory blinders I say- as I see sunlight streaming,
and hear the dog ker-thunk in the kitchen,
seeing my sunglasses watching me, and a calendar unclosed.
My heart goes to the open door - a waterfall, bamboo rustling, a willow oh the willow- sways
and just then a chime gets carried away to bring me back.
And the dog jumps down from her perch.
No visitors have I -in fact my husband will leave me Wednesday.
Ah there it is...
I whirl in the transition of being alone for a month.
My ramble has wandered into the reason.

Saturday, April 02, 2011

in time



Standing in blessing 
Rooted yet rising,
Over a stone wall
afternoon light finds its way
 

Friday, April 01, 2011

And Dreaming

(prompt one- personal mythology - Dream Stones- April 1, 2011)  
Hazily the muffled spirit people observe my flight
Unaware~
Concerns fall behind me in a wake of green grass lit by the afternoon sun.
A voice cuts through and I swerve,
severing an unseen chord-
I drift away.  
(from a dream of flight that I experience between the ages of 8 and 13)  
During the month of April I am utilizing the prompt from Jennie Page (Inkseeds). We will be paying attention to our nightly dreaming and finding small stones. Today we began by remembering a childhood dream.