A part of her energy
as we sent
bade the stars enjoy the sunshine’s glint
Taught the cellular earth to relax and breathe
brought the cosmotic canvas to its knees
Glazed the germ of sand, which into oceans quench
She played a trance-filled whippoorwill safety wench
Trumpeted the sloth in its uphill climb
Formed the bridge into a mother-peace lake, sublime
She swam without shame in moonlight’s glove
Floating over the membrane of cerebral love
The perfect summer day
Swimming
Dancing
Playing
in a gentle gale,
Love’s musical dove-shaped fairy tale
Falls into my lap
and plays me well
I enjoy being a silent sender of light.
I didn’t know how to do that when I was young
on grey days
when the isolation closed in
with low energy
and old papers
Piles of old newspapers
with crosswords and Ann Landers
black and white comics
sports scores
I guess that my steps out of a book
were close enough
I practiced
what we pretended
I don’t want to get to close to the old days
Boredom
Imagination —
When I see someone doing ALL that
for real
It amazes me how they look like Angels!
This Christmas
I would like good relationships
with extended family members…
Oh, right, I have that.
How about some goals and plans and new hobbies?
Hey, I’m dancing, blogging, painting, singing…
Yah, I’m good there.
How about rewarding work?
Um, yes, I’m teaching music; I love that; I love kids.
It would be nice to have a lot of friends
from different walks of life,
friendly relationships,
men and women;
Check!
Well, there are still those Debbie-Downer moments…
but I also have the mp3’s my son downloaded
on my phone so that I could jam while I drive
or the laughs I share
with another son
on the way to his school
or the music
philosophy
and synchronicity I enjoy
with my OTHER son.
So if my husband and I could just
connect and understand each other a little more…
if we could just spend some time
apart
in different situations
living life
and getting together
while we immensely enjoy
getting to know each other
over and over again…
Wow!
I have that too.
There’s very few things that I don’t have
so few
that even if something could be missing
it’s just not! 🙂
I remember
poetry I wrote
someone would quote
my ego, I’d tote
Look, it’s not like it wasn’t nothin’
but I’m over the hump
the Forrest Gump
of the I can run now
Don’t need no crutches in my clutches
The fact you liked it
shared it
snared it
and scared it
only made me stronger
when I was only
three inches wronger.
Fancy this
I found out what I was missin’
(never went to charm school)
but you won’t see me dissin’
I got my own school of clues
ands
I still loves all yous
You makes my head feel funny
I can’t see nothin’ aint sunny
and now I’m just a fuzzy bunny
feelin’ softy
lofty
and cuddles
You’re a gift
Gift, goodbye!
By the way
Way to go
Go, girl, go
Go!
From numbness to abyss
Cyclic
you take my spirit hand
abandoning can’t
In expansive
circular
empty
authentic trance
we dance
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