Exploding waves of violent storm
Raging fires silently call harm
Yet the tiny child raises no alarm.
Tornadic bursts of clarity that light the path so long hidden
Lightning flashes of dervish danced love now bidden
The dialect is moving my feet forward, but
the roots had to reach ancestral proportions
to stretch closer to the stars without distortion.
Outreached hands grip, grasp, climb the galaxies
as Terraria celebrates the gateway rendered of fallacies
Although precarious in balance, it’s to advantage giv’n
that tornadic bursts of clarity pursue the debris forgiven
If I’d only known the cost
hard earned wisdom would be lost
And I would never gain the power
to release the anger bitter-sour
My thighs witness atrocities
Rejection of immortal seed
Bloody branches of the family tree
Drip. Smear. Stain laments from me.
Glaring mirror as a flaring marquee
Refusal of sweet heaven’s key.
Why then a memorial to futility?
Why sings death my infertility?
The time of despair has lost its hold, refusing shaded respite
The grief of absence embalming heart, releasing darkness desperate
Returning the prayers of the wandering spirit, sealed breast and bone
Sending back the wilderness, refusing pleas to roam
The earth collects the debt it’s owed without a loss of haste
Slinking roots memorializing while the stolen life displaced
The plaque above the anchored gypsy reads:
“None are ever lost when their courage is found in deeds.”
I see you there in the shadows pretending you don’t see me.
I’m not there to hurt you, but to love you without question.
To you that may seem an impossible task because “Who’d love you?”
I’ll take out my soul light, holding it high in the air dissipating
The aura of unworthiness, the wall of hostile protection
The child that feels as lost as I have felt
I hear your cries in the dark as the nightmares scream
I’m not there to harm you, but to comfort your fears tenderly
That may feel unlikely considering the state you’re in
I’ll hold up my soul light, filled with love so the dark can’t have
Your rebirth into fruitfulness, your abundance like pomegranate
The child that screams with a voice now heard, like mine.
I feel your heart fighting as fiercely as a cornered animal
I’m not here to defeat you, but to support your victory
You believe you are broken, but I see the power of your will
I’ll offer my soul light as your shield as you fight for you
For your dreams, happiness, love, peace, your very spirit
That child that is frantic to stay safe knows me
I can’t offer redemption. I can’t even offer you a path.
What I can give you is my deepest support as you traverse
Acceptance of your divinity, your understanding of love
Your worthiness of compassion, your gift of kindness
I offer my soul light so you can find your own.
That child knows I am free, release the regrets
Bloom into the garden of unique flora and fauna.
Here, have some of my seeds.
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