jennifer-5
I am an author, poet, mystic, listener of the wind, mother, artist, and mountain goddess. (at least in my own mind) I have not been brave enough, up til now, to share any poetry ...or much writing at all. Then the winds of change blew open my doors and windows and rolled through my spirit like a hurricane. / / So, here I am. / / I hope to find much inspiration, musing, pondering and wandering in the wisdom and art of literature here.
I tell her sleep…sleep now
There is only the place where love isn’t
and it is dark and quite cold
It’s alright to sleep
Soon enough the war cry will begin anew
Get on with it
Keep on keeping on
Get a move on
All of these and more
Assaulted with cliches she falls in line to avoid the blood letting
Bear witness to the unruly beat of my neglected heart
She beats her wings to battered on the inside of the bars; to no avail
So she sits on her perch and stares out through the thick black lines that separate her vision into columns
love with fangs comes to call occasionally
It will feast gently on her large artery
Just barely tasting the sweetness of lifeblood on the surface
Shuddering in ecstasy in recognizing its preciousness
and in the thrill of the innocent being so shamelessly,
unquestioningly,
trusting;
giving,
blind.
It drinks willfully from that fount of pure emotion
Lapping up the attention like the syrup of life
But forgets that it’s not the only one that needs feeding
and shuts off the tap when her heart begs refilling of any kind and her wings are tired
scrambling over the wall
retreating to a safe distance to watch the scavengers fly overhead
waiting for her cries to fade
til’ she becomes only a papery shell
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
He reminds me of magic -
child's eyes; quick, wise, fearful eyes
swallowed by folds on folds of time
How old he looks
the man with the child in his eyes
"Take my strength, Grampa"
a squeeze
he knows I'm here
and a river of
love strength frustration
travels up
down
my
our
arms
like an electric current.
Some ghosts photographs leave smiles on my mind
hugs like big, warm, heavy blankets
safe in Grampa's arms
still a little girl
*if I could take off this **** mask I could make him smile*
Sliding down a razor blade in slow motion
A monster that eats you up from the inside
is scarier
than any
hiding under my bed
shakes
shivers
timbers fall
even the strongest of old oak trees
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 5:33 AM UTC
Quietly I watch you sleep
early morning light
rays beaming a soft whiteyellow aura of peace around us
really only dust and dawning of reality blooming
but isn't it nice to pretend?
I want to visit oblivion again
forget
sleep
close myself off
make it all solve itself because I don't have the answers anymore
I turn
we spoon
close our eyes
reveling in that warm place of security – however false
I pretend a hammock
the sound of the sea
you rubbing my calves with a coconut smelling oil
and the quiet warm light spills through the trees
I smile and remember
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 5:28 AM UTC
even in the snow she comes
her voice pecking holes in the dark shade of night
'can't sleep; can't sleep'
cries the prophet
sounds like black on black in here
tick tock
goes the clock
too many voices within my dear
wish the white blanket outside
could fall
down
it's quiet magic on my mind
if nothing else
there's always this
the calming silence of winter's kiss
"what ** - what **
the raven cries
in the middle of the dark,
stand I
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC
looking inward,
there is water running rampant ~
crashing
blasting
roaring through the canyons of my mind
white frothing fingers claw at the banks of my soul like a searing liquid metal
(and I wonder, in my dream state; "since when is water hot?")
I drown;
gasping....
losing the wind and reaching for light
knowing...somewhere there is calm
hidden cavern
space of quiet spirit
my eyes ever searching for that slow pool
so I can lean in and
take
a drink
of
me....
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 2:12 PM UTC