~~~/\~~~^^


you sit looking forward
to learn the words of the
new alphabet
your senses have regained

you gaze at the photographs
memories
your time with a friend
in Abkhazia

the elfin oak trees silver leaves
sigh and teach you the soul
of the winds 'round
Akhali Atoni

monastic mountains engraved
a simple poignant song
in the silence


you believe you are not fit for much

but you are


else wise, why would the world
you have come to know
color your heart cyan

as you rest
in the arms of the


sky?


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
(c)  2013


Abkhazia is a province
in southern Russia
There are many monistaries there

Akhali Atoni is one

(Collaboration)

i break
my chrysalid womb
into a realm
without
protection

my wings
are wet and stunted
cyan jewels lie dew'd
tourmaline
clusters upon the
veins

i'm only beginning
to learn the
nature of flight

i'm at my
most vulnerable
please
protect me
but don't assist me
in my struggle
to break

FREE

~~~@~~~

it took me
disolving time to
emerge
from my own
beautiful
amorphous mess
while I drew
my imaginal discs

i dreamt
of flowers
and their
everlasting
bursting colors

the
celestial skies
and soft
empowering
spring
breeze

~~~@~~~

as i push apart
my place of
safety and security
i find the life
pumping
into my
wingspan

the colors of the
world
entrance me
i am no longer
dreaming
as i drink in
my natural
but still
foreign
home

~~~@~~~

riveting pain
with each
s p r e a d
of these
newly acquiesced
defenseless
delicate
appendiges
this
m e t a m o r p h a s i s
has just begun

my
j o u r n e y
to self discovery
paved with
wrestling and scuffling
everlasting
flight
and
wondering

~~~@~~~

for it is in the
p a I n
we find
g r o w t h

and in the
s t r u g g l e
against
the
safe and secure
that we
at last
find

F R E E D O M

~~~@~~~

dajena m
SoulSurvivor (regular type) aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
(c) october 10, 2014

poetry. folded into my back
pocket marooned pages are
left frayed and friable like
leaves on the bottom
of a teacup

poetry. stancion of
formed glass emptied of
its torch by breakage
each shard a grain
of obsidian
sand

poetry. lamp of a great
beast structure struggling to
find its way through the labyrinth
Minotaur myths blackness
camera obscura to a feast of souls
who's meat is dusty tomes
skeletons in tombs
choking on their crusts of
parchment owls


i am poetry. all of these
am i. a paper soul clipped
from an origami bird's wing
frayed like a homemade
leaf but never

empty


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis