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Goddess Creates

 Art Journal, Poetry  37 Responses »
Apr 122011
 



Adamant about a life she knew she could create

She focused not on here, now, truth; began to fabricate

A storyline, connection-filled, that spoke of great success

A family tree, community, no violence, duress

She left behind the hardships, the people who’d mistreat

Forgot about the nay-sayers whose goal was her defeat

She moved across the country. She got a new address.

She changed her name, enrolled in school, vowed never to confess

The peculiar caste from which she rose

The brutal chapter, finally closed.

 

Indiscretion, Now Obsession

 Poetry  32 Responses »
Mar 292011
 

The hollow of her neck invaded all he tried to ponder

Her scent, a-waft on crowded walk, forced eyes and mind to wander

Another, viewed from far behind, who moved as she, here, might have

Sent his heart up to his throat, and beads to lip and forehead.

Obsession got the best of him; he knew that he was doomed

The day his father’s too-young bride first came into his room.

*Inspired by One Single Impression

Mad Tales

 Poetry  27 Responses »
Mar 012011
 

I AM a weaver,

Believer

Of mad tales.

A woman, magic, artisan,

Creator now, I AM, have been.

I’ll testify, verify, solidify

My point.

Those things you say I cannot have?

I have them.

Those times you say will not exist?

I live them.

Nexus’ deemed too high for me?

I make them.

Successes thought beyond my grasp?

I reach them.

I AM a weaver,

Believer

Of mad tales.

I will them into existence.

Go ahead. Test me.

Top That

 Poetry  6 Responses »
Feb 252011
 

When younger,

Feeling completely inadequate and out of place,

I thought I must top everyone at everything.

I had to be smarter, faster, thinner, jump higher.

Traits I deemed negative? Truths, toward ugly?

Eradicate ‘em or bury ‘em deep,

But do not let them ooze or seep

Into the light of day.

Now I’ve been blessed with decades ~

And I learned ( ! )

There will always be someone

~ Who has not yet ( ! ) ~

Who forces herself

To be smarter, faster, thinner, jump higher.

Who fails to see the positive, her truths, toward beauty.

And I send her light and love,

Knowing some day, if she works at it, she will.

 

Lion Heart

 Art Journal, Poetry  22 Responses »
Feb 232011
 

I considered photographing the image reflected in my screen, but opted for an in-progress shot of one of my paintings so as not to garner a higher than PG rating. :-)

About to jump into the shower as

The muse struck

I ran, naked, to the keyboard

And wrote the five syllable line

That would otherwise have dissipated with the hot steam.

While sitting there,

My sunlit torso reflected back at me in the screen, bare.

“It is beautiful,” I thought.

Yes.

The breasts are slack,

The neck, weather-worn,

Décolletage, mottled with spots.

But it is utterly feminine and firm and strong

And safe within lies the heart of a lion

A big, bold, beautiful lion

Who, in her nakedness, really needs a shower.

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