Poem – Page 30 – Poétique

Alcove

What is the anchor that is
Traveling with me while
I am idle like a boat at sea
I find my anchor in thee
Variations of this weight

In my life held on by others
Finding the strength of a
Kingdom in the midst of the
Valley around the fjords
But not in everyone or everything
You ignite me

Different categories in particular
Selective to the point in which
The sail catches winds of
Curiosity and I am inquisitive
About you a querent on the waves
Steadily basking in the fairytales
And stories of the life you have beheld
Share them all so that I might taste them

What deliciousnesses you have
Uncovered in the brine and ports along
A coral reefed life of scratchy
Tragedy and glorious unexpected
Pentacles of treasure that will
Return you with the power and the
Grace your hunt has won if to be triumphant

Seeking what is sought or conjured
Up what magic brought the
Manifesting of an anchor so worth
Serving the nostalgia of a path
One’s feet would find so sweetly deserving

I rest mine here with you…

A Capella

Lighthouse in dark times that don’t
Always feel bleak she argued her point
Burning plane down in flames
I could feel the dead weight
At least one hundred feet behind me
Dedication to dependence
I begged for self sufficiency
Growing up I wanted to connect
Deeply and wholly with someone
This is terrifying to anyone who
Has never felt that kind of love
Marching on then Hollywood becomes
Leaves dancing around us
Like an invisible tornado
In the morning and at night
Bright lights and disco tiles
For awhile until even that wears out
Spray a little oil onto things to
Keep them up and running
Maintaining the worthiness of
A heart that longs to be trusted and opened
A woman appears out of nowhere
Approaching with something
To be read because she is illiterate
Not even one language
Can be calculated and all the while
Here I was juggling five trying to
Accompany my ancestors in the
Afterlife with so many wind tunnels
To get there but no color or wall
Preventing the sun from
Shining through the undetectable lines
That are strategized when trying to
Make contact with someone
So you push harder and you
Grow stronger and you love like
You want and you determine the hue
Of the electrical field that is
Mesmerized around you in a capella
Solemnly or solo not without purpose
But with enough grit to hold onto
Yourself until the next embrace
Arouses the ability to serenade someone again

Articulate

Sacred woods were kept
Ancient prayers were said
Our foreheads pressed together
Reciting hymnal things
Barely awake and barely asleep
I was following directions
I knew the most powerful
Words had been spoken
I had repeated them as I was
Instructed to do so not once
But twice in an hour long gap
I stood up from the sitting
Arrangements to meet you
In the hallway heads in unity
Hair pulled back we slid down
To the ground slowly in harmony
Repeating the oracle chants
Never like this for this is the
Only time it is ever like this
And we repeat the resounding
Process again to confirm the
Treasure of its force an encumbrance
Of seance and spirit what sorcery!
To feel loved and connected
So deeply as the words seal
The echos through all time
Only like this ever this way
A matrimony of holy joy
In a peaceful reverence
That is the language of
Petroglyphs heard
Yet still unspoken

Lovetail

The story of love must be told
Many times before it has been
Looked over and tossed around
I’ll just close my eyes for a minute
See if the maudlin moment passes
Shine my shoes and eat less
Brush my teeth early so as not
To be tempted by myself
Or is the temptation coming
From somewhere else!
O, no bother to run up and down
The stairs of my mind it’s always
A sane distance traveled
I haven’t had a cry out in years
Silent tears and sobbing at the
Loss of a loved animal is to be
Expected oh yes there was a wail
I spooked my coworker
Thought I should go home
But that wouldn’t bring my dog back
So I worked and hid my tears
Even from the other family members
I wanted to be strong for all of us
Once again the story of love
Absolutely must be told many times
And also in many different ways

Rocking Chair

She never thought I was a good writer
Or really had anything worth saying
Worthy of her eyes to be read almost
Beautiful enough to look up from
Whatever was more important but still
Tragically not enough to remember or
Care that it happened “just not her thing”-

Accusations for adoption; what else?
And so I was born into a world that
Wished kidnapping by some genie
To have been dropped off generously
By a courageous stork in Bornholm
Where the roe deer and hares
Would be left to raise me still
Their ears would turn to listen
To my songs and echo my words
I suggest it might be like a Snow White
Situation although the dream was
Always that the mother would be
The understanding loving ear to
Listen through a channeled heart that could not
Preen itself without the caressing knowledge
For what the psalms of her boy
Would scribe but time passed on without a harp
And the web grew colder

And the need grew stronger
Bite clenched deeper for to pierce
The flesh of his soul was the only
Capable reaction he could query
Extract out from a lady who doth not hear
What rendered love wished to
Be heard in pure even from a rocking chair
The carpet or a tree if everything
Around her was that it could be
Beautiful except were it from me
No wonder the second guessing
Many years after lingered on

Solitary

As the fog was slowly lifting
From around the edges of the
Dimly lit lamp post I could see
In the distance it was all still hanging
Congregating with the firs
My hands had not yet warmed
Adjusting to the eminently
Cooler air more than was the day before
The crunching of shells and seeds
Beneath my boots and an array
Of differently colored leaves
Quiet now just the drips of
Early nights rain and the slow
Subtle humming of a machine
In the background idles
Still no smoke from chimneys riding
Through the sky but the dream
Of living this life beats strong while
Walking in it became more apparent
If to survive like a lone dog
In Mexico that people occasionally
Put food out for or a solitary sandpiper
Wandering the archipelago
Asking for nothing in particular
Perhaps the only breakfast of
A grasshopper or the comforting
Of a sun and stream though the
Days are full of little things to
Remind us we’re alive often
We are peddling about the earth
With aimless meanderings

Cardinal

Love found a way to the surface streaming out in one explosion
Undetermined by its surroundings if it should stay or return boundlessly

My core the center of me is only love
At the beginning when I saw the truth in your face
I convinced myself there was no other perfection
Finally able to grasp the physical beauty
Something tangible gave me strength

In that moment
I felt myself
Leap from the chair
Holding onto nothingness
Spirits before Shakespeare on pitch black nights
Delicious desires panting and wanton
Delicious desires craving and wanting
Is there any storm to find its way to hang above us again bottomlessly?

You warned me to no end the honest ways
Such an alchemy of sacredness belies
Where the sharpest stones
Dress the pathways to our bed
When my legs wrapped around you
The only noise I heard was ours
The only breath I felt was ours
If there were more lungs than one
I didn’t know it

And all the angels and demons came together
Dancing in a circle to unite our destinies
Scarlet hues breaking open to white
Something smiles in great strength
If to abandon any part of this
Assures no fear could take over symmetry
Nor can we never grow tired of our bodies
Pressed together like this

Against one another in an immaculate way
Caressing every inch we stay
Ambushing the darkest corners of ourselves
Wanting what we want
Listening to the heart
Breaking down because we are
Only our best in this moment
Every second insatiably full
Every transcendence ravening

Love found a way to the surface streaming out in one explosion
Undetermined by its surroundings if it should stay or return boundlessly

Usurp

They burned me
The two of them
Captivated by my spark
Blasted and turned into
Lust for their own cravings
The gods truth?
How many lies
Can we tell ourselves
Set the temple on fire
Too much zinc
Scorched by desire
Watch the conflagration
Rip through the flesh
Leaving only ash and vapors
Still the voice has song
Still the words come out
Usurp my body
Tear away at what is good
Keep some for yourself
There is more where
That came from
A plethora of pure intent
Your trauma
Made me stronger
Undaunted by the leaches
Silent screams
Bursting into flowers

Double-cross

Does it feel like you’re missing something
She wanted me to take all the bad
But she didn’t want to give me
All of the good it’s somewhat daunting
The amount of time it takes to
Process the truth and the impact of
Our worlds colliding also the absence
Sometimes it feels like a blessing
Other times it feels like punishment
But to couple you up in a blizzard
Where the two of you were off
Making love without any concern
For my well being suddenly
Knocks the ball out of the park
As if the almost caring enough factor
Should satisfy the depth
Of how far I was willing to go
Each day a new bubble surfaces
Like I’m coming up for air behind them
Slowly as each one pops
I learn a new thing and
Let go of an old way
Whatever this process is called
It feels like relief and imagination
Dreaming of the resurrection
Of my old self in a new body
Which is the same vessel
I experienced all of this in
Same house different lifetime

Weightless

After a far less harmless
Defenestration of rejection
With cause for expulsion
My heartbeat became brighter
Less drag from the snag
Of past emotional bagage
The chest and shoulders
Stand much taller
The inspiration explodes
A new beginning for windows
On a familiar old path
Which is the innate step
We are each born with
I look away from stagnant
Poise and ponder my greatest
Moment for escape
Batten down the hatches
And eject my best self into
A catapult of revelation
Who needs the weight?