Tag: Free form poetry

poetry Day: Shame Sticks

If you come to me

With your heavy heart

And your windblown thoughts 

I can be the quiet listener who will

Hold your confusion 

I’ll hold it up off your shoulders so you can get a full breath in and a little peace as you start to figure out 

the next step in your journey 

to whole and calm

Or I can be your guide if you tell me what you’ve packed in your duffle that you drag through life. You’ll need a swimsuit because we will be leaving the safe shore and diving deep. 

We will be on the hunt for signs and turns that you followed and we will sit in discussion until something wiggles loose from the tight bundle of shame sticks that you keep like secret offerings. 

You have used your finest ribbon to wrap those, as if those were the hallmark moments of your life and not the thousand times it all went perfectly and love and magic flew from your soul out into the world touching everyone who witnessed your glory. 

You’ll go home with words and songs and a new map to navigate what lies ahead

So be ready

Tell me who you need me to be for you right now

This

Is why I came to this world 

Right now

You only need ask

I am ready

POETRY DAY: THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE

THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE

THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE

WHO ARE LIVING PORTALS-

WIDE OPEN DOORWAYS

TO THE GREAT RIVER

OF ALL THINGS THAT FEED OUR SOULS

IT’S NOT THAT THEY TRAINED FOR THIS JOB

OR

EVEN ASPIRED TO BECOME THIS WAY

THEY WERE CHOSEN

BY SOME

WINGED BEING

HANDPICKED

TO STAND AT THE GATE

TO THE DIVINE

THEY HOLD THE DOOR OPEN

SO THE REST OF US CAN

WARM OUR HEARTS IN THE LIGHT

THAT BLAZES THROUGH THEM-

ILLUMINATING THE DARKNESS

YOU

WERE ONE OF THOSE PORTALS

A GATEKEEPER

AND WE

ARE ALL BETTER

FOR HAVING KNOWN YOU

Poetry Day: Already Broken

by the time we met

i was already broken

a thousand pieces

scattered round the world

like so much garbage

among the detritus

were some damn fine things

like

shreds of hope

bouquets of trust

boxes of wonder 

jars of light and joy

winds of change-

the same kind I’d already

weathered early on-

it pulled those pieces 

off the laundry line

where i was airing things out

planning to put them back in use

after cleaning off the

lies and betrayals

i’m on the hunt now

tracking down the things

that used to be mine

welding them back to my heart

and breathing life into them again.

again.

again.

by the time we met

i was already broken.

Poetry Day: Winds of Change

Winds of Change

invisible breath comes

softly first

seen by petals dancing

gaining speed and

bending my deep rooted tree

to the breaking point

roaring down

like a runaway train

into my life

carrying away

everything

i do not have the courage

to let go of.

gone now –

all the reasons

excuses

sad procrastinations

and seance candles

lit to conjure

things long dead

i can not tear

my vision from

and on it’s leaving

in silence

sitting on dirt

i will grow new things

better things

watered

with my grief

NaPoWriMo2021 Verbiage Distillation 01

Trying a new approach to this poetry challenge, planner this time instead of pantser. Letting the words unfurl in a jumble and then cooking them down to their essence. Distilling to obtain the soul of the thought flow. Here goes. Poem 01 of 30…

Poetry! Cosmic Detention or Contemplating the Universe Beneath a Dark Sky. And No, I’m Not High

Cosmic Detention or Contemplating the Universe Beneath a Dark Sky. And No, I’m Not High

Maybe-

the reason we haven’t had a recent visit from extraterrestrials

is because we just aren’t ready for them.

Maybe 

this planet is a giant playpen

with high sides on our technology

so we won’t climb out

and stick our fingers

into the

Socket Of Creation

and break it

Maybe

we need a few more millenia

to winnow out our aggression

and our massive egos

before the Galactic Babysitters

will consider taking us

on a deep space field trip

Maybe

they already left behind

a whole lot of evidence of their earlier visits-

You know,

before humanity grew into

an out of control

raging

hormonal cluster of adolescents

who perpetuate the myths

that only males should rule the planet

and colors should be sorted into

keep

and 

discard piles-

and myths like animals are food

and that one group’s religious superhero

could beat up another groups religious superhero

Maybe

many light years out

there’s a perimeter warning that reads:

RESTRICTED AREA;

INHABITANTS CANNOT BE TRUSTED TO MAKE GOOD CHOICES

They’re right you know.

We aren’t ready

So here we sit

drumming fingers on our desks

waiting for the door to open

that let’s us out of Cosmic Detention

NaPowriMo2020 Poem #22: Looking For Angels

Looking For Angels

 

I

am always

looking for angels

eye to eye

the familiar stranger passes

and dips his chin

to say-

yes

it’s me-

roadway leaves

whirl up before the car

turned from passing wings

reminder

we are safe today

Following the ambulance

in the predawn light

everywhere-

they are everywhere

if you’re looking for angels

Holder of the Earth
mimi2003