Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
GSPPoems
I stand in the shower with lavender fields in my chest how do I scrape off the muck, scoop out the loathing and take off the gloves to pick up the patches of fear that periodically gather at the base of my shower drain   how do I heal each limb so that with majesty I awaken knowing full and bright that I am a child with wings and elevation is the right song that pours out when I dream an inheritance marbled into my being’s skin                               … how does a child beget forgetting how does an adult continue such forgetting what is the suchness of wholeness whose scent of remembrance seems mythically far but its verity present within our plot                               … our hands reaching for the bunches of lavender that can be gathered from a bountiful field a calm whiff of what we truly are that can send us back into an infinite space of fruitful life cusping possibility ... portable pastures inside our homestead running water and a chance to be cleansed what suchness of being over my body   how ecstatic how simple to stand under the showerhead 
on the toes of today with a meadow in my chest
0
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
Lavender Fields (inner outer interactions)
I stand in the shower with lavender fields in my chest how do I scrape off the muck, scoop out the loathing and take off the gloves to pick up the patches of fear that periodically gather at the base of my shower drain   how do I heal each limb so that with majesty I awaken knowing full and bright that I am a child with wings and elevation is the right song that pours out when I dream an inheritance marbled into my being’s skin                               … how does a child beget forgetting how does an adult continue such forgetting what is the suchness of wholeness whose scent of remembrance seems mythically far but its verity present within our plot                               … our hands reaching for the bunches of lavender that can be gathered from a bountiful field a calm whiff of what we truly are that can send us back into an infinite space of fruitful life cusping possibility ... portable pastures inside our homestead running water and a chance to be cleansed what suchness of being over my body   how ecstatic how simple to stand under the showerhead 
on the toes of today with a meadow in my chest
GSP
Written by
GSP
33/Los Angeles, CA
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem