Go into the woods and tell your story to the trees. They are wise standing in their folds of silence among white crystals of rock and dying limbs. And they have time. Time for the swaying of leaves, the floating down, the dust. They have time for gathering and holding the earth about their feet. Do this. It is something I have learned. How they will bend down to you softly. They will bend down to you and listen.
Laura Foley, from Poetry of Presence An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems
My son as a child saying God is anything, even a little stone in the middle of the road, in Florida Yesterday Nancy, my friend, after long illness: You know what can lift me up, take me right out of despair? No, what? Anything.
Muriel Rukeyser, from Poetry of Presence An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems
On flat bank’s where grass runt reeds grow waiting for rising tide, A lone Heron stealths silently while Gulls cry warning, and dive effortlessly in to a cold sea air. Pheonix Peanut and Pandora stranded on wet mud bank, wait for their chance to escape but it’s bonds that need to be severed in their quest for freedom. Estuary lights dim and flicker in the distance while closer to shore Mermaids sing on the breath of a storm. Beckoning sailors "come ride the waves" Siren songs of lost souls and shadows “Come with us” on this bursting sea. And they sing with a drowning charm as fishermen launch vessels under a shawl covered wife's watchful eye. And yesterdays widows weep, face rained bright from navigational lights. Ships bell ring in time with a rollicking sea, Pheonix Peanut and Pandora still await their escape but not this night. While the Heron has long fled this great swell. No cries now from gulls nor mothers hurrying their little ones to the safety of their coal fired warm homes. Just the rage of wave riding mermaids that will have their bounty the heart and souls from a fisherman life.
#Something I dotted down while sat under the brown Laugharne castle gazing out to sea.
the electricity runs through our veins and past the street signs we rumble by in the car you stole, we go fifty above the speed limit, the roof of the car is the noir sky above and the midnight rain pelts our upturned faces the dancing drops of water drip onto our smiling lips the sound of the sky collapsing echoes the flashes that streak the sky, the flickering light casts paved roads with a brief brightness (as if god were wearing light up sketchers) the lacy brallette that wears me gives me the bravery to stand up in the speeding car the velvet pants that ripple with the wind drink up the nighttime rain and the rare headlights race past us, heading into homes and hearts the mellow playlist that connects the aux cord to our ears blasts so loud, we can no longer hear our insecurity the mascara that once clung to my eyelashes now streams down my face. on a two way street, we drive down the middle unafraid in the face of direct dangers so unaware of the towering empty skyscrapers and instead highly exhilarated from the street signs we drive by too fast to read the blocky lettering the road signs glint, smiling as we wave and reach towards them the cigarettes you smoked are thrown through the open window, still smothering slightly. i can still taste the smoke on your lips and your hand tucks my hair behind my ear and as the wind objects and inhales unreal in the hazy a.m. car trip the tunnel rushes towards us, and we both hold our breaths, as if breathing would contaminate us. the lights that glint, cast a yellow-white glow and for once, i see you for who you are a boy too buzzed to feel a kid who only felt "sort of" a person who couldn't heal and a lover who could never give love
about a boy who was my living teenage dream // nothing scarier than finding a broken loveless boy who makes you the same