Desperation
The gods
drop crumbs
from their table.
I eat them.
I am lost.
Lies
If it was only
other people
who told me lies,
I would barely
mind at all.
Rain
Rain worms through my dreads.
Carefully, I split my skin,
clavicle to pubis,
opening so the water worms
can make compost of my history
and I can start afresh.
Waiting
Waiting
for something worth stating
...
...
...
frustrating.
Magic
As I sculpt words and colour
to call magic into our home,
my husband simply
builds a door for it to enter.
Patience
If you are lucky,
the patience of the healthy
is in a negative correlation
to the health of the patient.
Story-scribbling, free-dancing, skip-dipping, pond-gazing, bowl-licking, paint-splatting, land-marveling, book-gorging, stone-whittling, fire-starting, moon-bathing soul-singing warrior mama.
Especially enjoyed 'Magic'. The reverse could be true too:
ReplyDeleteWhile he struggled
with saw, hammer, nails and plane
building a door for magic to enter
you simply painted it in.
Thanks so much for leaving your poem 'Waiting' on my blog in response to 'Poplars'.
Chris
Ah, Chris, delightful! And you're very welcome. 'Poplars' is enjoyably breezy :o).
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