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September
The glaring green leaves cling to their false lives.
They whisper their imaginary self righteous recital
A breeze offers intimate intonation
the bravest warms considerably, accepting
abandoning the tittering siblings
whom are dressed in last season’s fashions.
Not to be outdone, the sisters join the fray
Out come the plaid jackets and flannel shirts
Apples burst the buckets, turn to mulled cider
Fall squashes, root vegetables, homemade soap
the scent of subtle decay burning in offering pyres
remnants of summers hopes setting in worldy sunset.
Pass it onward!
They are speaking
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
Pass it onward!
A visit from Atropos
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.”
Pass it onward!
Shadow Bones
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.
Pass it onward!
The Conquering Spirit
Air, Fire, Water, Earth, and Spirit
I heard the winds of petitioning change howling ‘cross my floor
With courage bound beneath my wings, I opened up my door
The zephyr stole the tendril rooted as a graft for something more
Then whispered inspirations of hope to lift me up to soar
The torch of passion lit a match within my questing flame
to engulf the hearts of lovers true so they would know my name
The fuel that sparked me from the hearth that offered me fair game
has rallied blazing scars of power, on which to stake my claim
I felt the waves of transitional change sprinkling on my skin
The enterprise crashed over me, before I knew to swim
The tidal pools they pull me down beneath the spiraling spin
But the riptide it allows me surf; to shore it brings me in
My feet were planted firmly down beneath the molding clay
which were planted in the sanctioned soil that sent me on my way
The rocks beneath my nomadic feet gather no moss today
The earthen field I stand upon gives gardens of rosy bouquets
Pass it onward!
Home slice
Many closed doors
I arrived empty handed near my old stomping grounds
where I learned to hate myself due to disapproving frowns
It’s where I learned that to survive is to run freedom unbound
Yet here I am a-haunting my past which I’ve long since outgrown.
I have been with rings on my fingers and bells on my toes
I have been ground into dirt and from the grave rose
I’ve stepped through the portal, forsaking the spirit world
For now, I must reinvent this stronger, stranger home-town girl.
Pass it onward!
The trumpeting herald
Trumpet Swan
I drew my face of happiness upon my colored mask
I hobbled down two decades of steps that led into my past
I touched the ground at mother’s knee with my wings reborn
Straight from devil’s flaming pit stabbed forward by his horns
But I arrived with soul intact despite the battle fought
For I was embraced in cherished state, learning as I taught
With patient hands on comforting arms, I heralded the news
There are always both sides of the story that always comes in twos.
The fading mask falls to the floor in porcelain jags and breaks
To see my own reflected back challenging age old fates
Have I truly conquered the demons that once hunted me down?
Have I earned my place once again in this familiar alien town?
What will be the price I’ll pay for rebuilding from my past?
Will it be worth rejecting anything that ain’t kick-ass?
I know who I am now but I’m curious to see
if the world to where I physically birthed, is ready to meet the real me.
Pass it onward!
The leak
I’m leaking proof of a former life onto the new lawn.
I followed the hose all the way back to the beginning
but I can’t find the place I need to repair yet.
If you hand me a tissue, please, I’ll dab the melancholies
with a brush of orange tint a ballerina’s blush
I knew the sacrifice made will be larger than I expected
but the gifts and blessings I’ve become familiar with grow
They’ve landed on healthier soil, soaked in similar whiskey
aging better than most I’ve known but the hose is leaking
I just pray it doesn’t kill the grass.
Pass it onward!
The Green Lady Speaks
I am awakened.
I am reborn.
I will conquer
where hearts are torn.
Here are some easy ways to find your happy : Gratitude, look for the ever present blessings, surround yourself with love and solidly good humans, trust your intuition, follow your bliss, engage in life instead of reading/dreaming/hoping for something to happen, make the life you want instead of the life other people seem to think you should have or lead. NEVER do anything that speaks against your spirit.
Mare Martell 