child – Poétique

Malapropism

Be not a word that is almost this
Be the thing that is this
What nature intended you to be
What the universe sparked
And you will set the world on fire
Reach for the thing that calls to you
Misinterpreted not by what you
Thought it meant or mispronounced
Yourself to be but the thing that is
Craving for you to grab a hold of it
That’s the reason why you’re here

And when your make a promise to
Read one thousand books and you
Fail miserably

And when you make a promise to
Take a thousand steps around the
Mountains and you
Fail miserably

This is the misanthropic
This is the melancholic
This is the moment
A malapropism

Speak the word that you mean
Into life into the ground
Beneath your feet
And take heed

For the world as it is left turning
Will be what it is with or without you

The pandemic of life is to
Forget how to be the spark
You were intended to be and
To live without the fire
You were meant to burn

Pour the gasoline
Strike the match
Open the door
Lift the latch

Burn

Edify

Child unwanted
Divorcé to your parents
Clinging to a life that
No longer existed
Your father and mother
Don’t want each other
So you feel unwanted too
When people want to be there
For empathic people
It almost makes you feel worse
Is everything ok!?
Are you ok?
Suddenly you’re not
It’s like you have a rare skin disease
And no one can touch you
To make you feel better
Because it makes you feel worse
Empathy and trouble with affection
Affection is affliction
Machete to the neck
Start over from the beginning
Clean slate is a clean plate

And though the room was full
Of animals we still wanted to revive
The snake and so it was time to
Wake the paper skin that would
Come alive again if we fed it
It took two of us to nurture it
And the lights went off in its belly
When the rat turned each corner to
Get to the end and the snake
Awoke to find its life again

We saw a way for the snake to also
Make its home between the bones
Of neck and clavicle absorbed
Between the shoulders to save the
Child we would need to cut it out again
Full length and body swallowed whole
But without doctor or time to rush
Into the traffic of a hospital
Like some sweet magic the simple slice
Released the snake to see the child
Back up again and to become the
Parts that served him best
Secure and whole

Delivery

I am here to deliver your child
I had asked the man will you receive him?
And he said no
So I checked his papers
Dug deep into the contents
Of the computer mainframe
To see what I could find
We shouldn’t leave this child with him
If he isn’t wanted
We’ll find a better home for him

I began to look through the store
For a way to frame this picture
There were no mattes
I looked up and down
But nothing could be found
Lots of parts and pieces but
It felt like they were all for nothing
I found someone
Who gave me a long explanation
For why we didn’t have
The basic concepts
To fulfill small needs
She was nice
But none of it made sense

A woman stepped forward
To explain the best parts of
What was missing and the
Construction that was going on
That caused their store to have less
Than other stores for sale
Approval took forever
But her kindness was
Indeed appreciated
I thought about her generosity
As I continued to work
To find a home for
This displaced child

A cat wandered into the back door
It didn’t want to be held by anyone
But it came to me
It gently bit down on my hand
An older couple entered; they called it bear
Grey cat I hold you like
A mother would at the
Back of your neck
You are calmed
You are soothed
You are home now

Once Upon a Tree

We learn to question everything
And children just don’t do that
I made eye contact with a little girl
She mirrored all the gestures
She made the exact same faces
That I made to her
Discomfit
Rather than always moving stuff
Moving minds
Wizards always keep their promises
Or so I’ve been told and the story
Goes like this…
Once upon a time
There was a dark and hollow tree
That was so big you could
Climb in and yes in fact
You could fit three squeezing
Down the trunk brushing up
Against the wood to smell
The musty bits of earth in
Ancient musk and vetiver
A tiny pin hole light would lead
You to a wide and open room
That looked well kept and
Smelled deliciously of
Applesauce and soup
In the air the dust of cinnamon
On the floor a polished stone
Hardwood chairs carved from
The roots of which the tree
Has firmly stood and in the corner
Of the cave-like looms surroundings
There sits a long grey haired Divine
Who tells the truth about your past
And opens doors for future times
All the questions that you have
As an adult here can be asked
And the childhood you once had
If feeling free is ever-last
So find the tree deep in the woods
When you are caring much too much
In your dreams you’ll seek the
Map in which to carry on the path
Let your subconscious lead the way
And if at first you lose your step
Try again tomorrow night
Or in the middle of twilight
There is no rush to get you there
But to unleash adult despair
Would be the goal if one there was
In such a circumstance because
To feel so free as like a child
Who cares no more about the
Files, bills… and trials
You’ll find something special there
Awaits you even so if lost
Along the way, but still has always
Been inside you from the moment
You became

Astro Child

Patience and gratitude
Twist up thine roots
Stretch upwards
To touch the tips
Of Orion and Lyra
Through grafts
In one backward
Swift dance
Fill the coroners chalice
With the jewels of a
Priceless ripped cloth
In a tattered black sky

Show me the way

Glyphed in Perseus light
Parted lips
Broke apart
Scribed with words of a
Luminous bright
Carmelopardalis
Waltzing singularly
Quietly in between
Giraffe patches are
Hidden truths behind
Proud and serene
Oh so delicately
Hedged perfectly green in a maze
Of cracked vertical pleasure

Show us the way

Twist up thine roots
Stretching forward in yellow
Searchlights that reveal
What is warmly
Beheld in the misunderstood
Understanding of space
Whisked with
Miniature yeses
Frenetically wild
Unlikely crowned voices
Alighted aligned
Would be proud to
Give birth to a child
Born with wings
In a country unfortunately
Fat with the
Recklessly streamed
Thrones of laughter

Show them the way

Lost little darkness that
Wants to obtain
Innocents quick to obey
What pure consciousness
Cannot betroth
For to loose the
Entire revolt
Would be quick to a colt
Or horse stable
Once inadequately
Waking up the beginning
Before it’s begun

Show me the way

Does the smile on your lips
Resemble the tips
Of Australis?

Does the curse of Corvus
Box us in with the knowledge
Of thorns bleeding blood
Rest the reddest of roses

In any language
Only two words unlock
The hands of the grandfather clock
Timeless Mother

In longitude as latitude curves
Twisting up as pure gratitude
Churns

Show me the way

Patience and gratitude
Triangulum faced
Patience and gratitude
Sparkling sidewalks are paced
Sweet expressions
In grit lands of grace

dot dot dot…

Eyes of a Child

In the distant memories of love
And lack thereof
I remember so vividly
How it felt to have love
Come and leave

Innocent and beautiful meaning
Painted subtly
In colors of casual truth
Pure loves intent disguised by youth

They remind me of a picture
Unlike any that have
Stood before me
In the eyes of a child
In your eyes like a child

Every night that
I lay down my head
I feel haunted
Beneath what magnifies
How I sleep
In a bed of love
My heart’s conceived

Still I have no desire to erase
Or to replace
What I learned from
Taking that step
I love more and more
And with every broken heart
I grow in depth

And they remind me of a picture

Nothing will be able to chase
My heart away
Or cause it to break
Too many times because
A fire inside
That grows deep and wide
Fills the left side
Fills the right side
With a pure love
Of more than enough
Take what you want
And I will be here
I will be here

To remind you of a picture
Unlike any that have
Stood before you
With the eyes of a child
In your eyes like a child