"interfacing" poems
*stepping back into the west
chills reverberate up and down my spine
chiseling open obsolescent padlocks
dangling with dust
on ancient treasure chests
pallid colors in the attic release
a blossoming familiarity
faint hints of retrospections float on faded paper
granting me access to roads
where no map is needed
as i peruse the streets
my heart flows coalescing with the vicinity
caressing each detail i transform to fluid
and fuse with the past
through fresh strokes of watercolored memories
recollections flash before my eyes
revealing antiquated stories
though thought forgotten
an etched history endeavors to define me
renewing itself as i turn each corner
i shudder at some remembrances while encompassing others
through synchronicity realization hits
that I am all of it
yet none of it
at the same time
familiar faces paint meaning onto me
no longer do they know me
yet they airbrush vestiges of yesteryear
and coat me with connotations
i allow them to think i am whatever they imagine
i morph into their canvas temporarily
then break free in multi-dimensionality
they don't hear me with a new listening
no longer invested in their projections
once sharp triggers now appear in soft focus
an auspicious mist lies around the edges
of my former life
it is as if i never left
yet traces of the east lie sandpapered in me
a maturation commingles with my former self
flushing out on my skin
tethering newfound emotions
a gentle gratitude for home territory
nestles softly
inward
i listen to the clicks
of my scuffed cowboy boots
on acquainted yet somehow distant sidewalks
the echoes layering multiple impressions
glimmering with the utter beauty of this terrain
as I wander through the majestic rocky mountains
drinking in the quaking aspen's crimson edges
interfacing the evergreens
hushed whispers of autumn loftily rest
juxtaposed neatly against futures waiting to unfurl in the wind
an amalgamation of intimate sights and scents
dance in open wounds
dazzling
homesickness cured
a wholeness returned
as winter's crystal dawn blooms
i realize the depth of my growth
for in leaving here and returning
i cherish the west
my home
©2016 janetaylor
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 3:50 AM UTC
a morning conversation
brought for those
of agnostic or atheist
doubting persuasion..
an exploration of
stone tablet verses
so to experience
some secular
everyday difference..
objections were tabled
citing limitations
much is left out..
that negative tone
we all know so well..
those shalt-nots
seem to prevail
in eight of the ten..
modern science
quite lately has
offered assistance..
producing a map
researching the brain..
two sides observed
left analytical with
edges restricting
joined by right
expansive and present
just out of sight..
left and right
interfacing
pulsating
might we say dancing..?
then to the tablets
with map in hand
left still speaks forthright..
but then a surprise
right is right there
in front of our eyes..
look once again
first in the listing
and once more
see number four..
now we rely on our
newfound map
remembering the dance
those leftward shalt-nots
might others be named..?
each one is dancing
with a partner
one clearly not seen...
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 11:29 PM UTC
tonight you told me
to remember this, in
your own way -- levity
leading the forefront;
"that(this) one night
when you stayed up
late, sewing and [stap]
[-ling] and otherwise
binding these little sheaves
of poetry for gifts to be
distributed the next day."
we relax and shrug off
the somewhat gruesome
dealings of the early evening,
speaking of perception and
human interfacing[projection].
a discussion of some deeper
thoughts followed, however
the part of me that still
wears footsie pajamas wouldn't
stop pulling on my arm.
as the clock hit 11:40, i went
to bed, turning briefly at the
stairs to say:
"merry christmas."
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 3:28 AM UTC
Life is Sew Amazing!
Once I was lost without a pattern to follow.
I discovered the Bible with its many golden threads.
Each verse was like a seam ripper, the words began to rip and open
the tightly woven seams of my heart.
The seams had been stitched with the cares of life.
Each stitch told the story of disappointment, pain, rejection, problems and strife.
Life is Sew Amazing!
Once a sinner now a new beginner.
I am a new creation a beautiful work of art sewed by the master seamstress.
There are no longer pins to ***** my heart only the love of a forgiving God.
The Holy Spirit’s scissors cut the old fabric pieces and stitched new ones into God’s design and plan.
He took His marking pencil and marked the lines I needed to trace.
I truly know that I am here because of HIS grace.
Life is Sew Amazing!
The Bible is like a seam gauge, measuring tape or clear gridded ruler which instructs me in ways to measure up.
I am thankful for all the living appliques, which are examples of God’s handiwork.
Sometimes I’m stretched like a piece of elastic, under the weight of life’s pressure foot but He provides the interfacing to strengthen me.
He provides a thimble to protect me from the ****** of life’s transitions.
He is my loving pin cushion holding all the pins and needles
regardless of my condition.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
I ve banned tec from our table
Tec is the terrorist in town
I ve banned tec from the bedroom
Tec is numbing us
Interacting is not cool
Interfacing is what's happening
I neck the new illness
Talking face to face
Is old school
Back in the day
When hanging out on walls
At the phone box
Now people go no where
Snap chatting what's it app app app
Instasham
Face ache
Phwww
It's all too much for me
Overloads pointless
tec is taking over
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
A little glint of hope
and a smile to curve ones lips
a little inspiration given,
from eager fingertips
from a little bit of mystery,
to compelled by raw attraction
light turning into lightness
deflected obliquely, now refraction
Blissfully we are interfacing.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 8:37 PM UTC
Dr. Who gave me the feels
While I sat in the kitchen with potato peels
Cooking up some pumpkin pie
Trying not to look in the corner of my eye
Amy Pond, I miss you so
But the Angel's hand said you had to go
You know, the power of three was better, I thought
When it wasn't three Doctors together and caught
Oh sure, they're awfully clever, (400 years and 4 seconds)
But wanting Amy with the Doctor? I'm not alone, and I reckon
She'd want it too, because that's how she is
The Doctor's her best friend, and as well, she's his
Rose Tyler, Rose Tyler, your body came back!
And this time it wasn't through a reality crack!
Interfacing with Bad Wolf Girl to realize YANO
But the part that broke my heart again: "I don't want to go."
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
Twinkling serene surface catches light rays sparkling interfacing rivers run to water falls into turbulent torrents eroding stubborn rock face the rage of white knuckled pounding determination of right of way to rough to ride comfortably ebbs to wider space to gain common streams once more than any other natural Force is underestimated as it desires this cover necessary for any treasure must defend its value from over zealous scavengers take without giving back to the cycle of life is alive with feeling and knowing to much never is safe to express itself.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Love, where should there be no love?
Heaven!
Jesus, called out of love little children come to him
For whoever heart is like little children’s
Is so dear to His Loving Father who art in Heaven
That the kingdom of Heaven is his/hers
Where should there be no love?
Religion!
For God so loved the world
That He sent his only Begotten Son
For whoever believes in him be saved!
And Christ died for the love of the world-Humanity!
Where should there be no love?
Earth!
Samson, he so loved Delilah that he freely gave-
His solely guarded secret-the source of his supernatural strength!
Jacob, he was enslaved for love to Laban for fourteen years:
Seven for ugly Leah and seven more for pretty Rachael!
Adam, he trusted Eve so much that he bowed to her evil advances-
That broke his covenant with His Maker-never to eat from the tree of knowledge!
That birthed the eternity of pains and suffering while on this earth of love
Where should love then there not be?
Love lore!
Valentine died of love, Jack of Titanic too
Romeo kissed the earth goodbye for the love of Juliet
Hercules and Achilles, the Greek heroes died for love too
Mythologies!
Orpheus run into Hades to seek for a return to life for his beautiful nymph, Eurydice!
The one and only person to have ever persuaded the hearts of Hades and Persephone
To return to life what they have forever taken to earth’s underworld lockers
Out of true love he sadly and sorrowfully sung mournful songs to his lost love-Eurydice
That he moved all the nymphs and gods to weeps and they advised him
To travel to the underworld to fetch for his love-Eurydice
And where is there in the world with no love!?
Hades!
Skeletons of love-Lovers of Valdaro at Neolithic tombs
Two interred interfacing each other skeletons, arms around each other
Lovers lost in life still in reminiscent of a "lovers' ever in embrace"
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 3:02 AM UTC
It's not time
I count
it's the moment
and I
interfacing
none is there
to watch
or judge
me beside
the pulse
of the now
the fibre
of being
the test
of living
the air
I'm breathing
the thoughts
brewing
the will
in harnessing
the tension
unfolding
the wit
in pitting
the insight
awakening
the path
for charting
the clay
for moulding
the anvil
for beating
all in all
the becoming
in what
I am giving
frail though I am
in the enocuntering
knowing yet
I might be stumbling
but steps of the past
I would not be retracing
to what's before me I must
attend--there would be no regretting.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC