- Ohio, USA
- August 22
- I attune to the power of words, how they are used, spoken, and written. Some things I refuse to write about, because therein is a painful memory, or a sweet so much that a tear falls yet again. The very process of writing to me is to possess. To embrace. To touch. And the fact of it - the writing itself - makes it all the more indelible, so concentrated upon, and the piece of spirit that emerges was the point of doing the piece in the first place, but you did not know that when you began.
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The Songbird's Links
what is that thing that causes a Love?
instantaneousity, a velocity, having just met?
the wee things you conjure, as your mind begins to wander,
little dovetails and connections you project?
every face in the world is different.
even though you can see breeds and tribe/… Read full post »
all through it
you figure it out.
what comes of conjecture?
surmises, or a lecture --
oh, someone can always tell you
what It’s all about.
when you place your Self in the Maelstrom,
you get what you receive.
some .. times .. silence.
and upon th… Read full post »
to be found, allowed,
was not a coincidence,
nor was it a mistake.
it was simply a time.
divulgence of secrets;
floodgates of life,
and the drawbridge of death;
the place in the ether
whereupon we met.
the stages o/… Read full post »
you finally found me.
i live in this Heath;
the cliff resides in my breast.
sweeties and ferals
come ‘round to my nest.
oh, birdie cry,
the fruit of soul,
but i am not/… Read full post »
left in my soul.
the person you were
was never wont to unfold.
you got your prize.
was it worth what you did?
did it enhace your Pride?
if it did,
well, then still..
i never knew you at all.
it was only by Clever
that you held me in thrall.
but/… Read full post »
i am an aberration.
but i am my own creation.
no one likes me very much,
but who cares?
i live in elation.
i survived what most do not.
i knew i could,
because of my insane brother.
tell Muddy Waters that a white girl sang,
gutteral, wrenching, smothered.
i know abou/… Read full post »
hole in my heart.
no one is here.
this farm is my art.
i tend it, i prune it,
i clip it just so.
and i love the Me
that gets to know.
sigh. no one loves me.
they all run away.
when i utter a syllable;
a word… Read full post »
THEY SAY THINGS ABOUT ME
(And ..? .. Who are ‘They,’ anyway??)
heart of Gold.
Will of steel.
which one gets in the way?
stubbornness, or pliancy?
yep. i am all the things you say.
don’t be surprised when you raise my ire.
for chrissakes, i’m Irish, no excu… Read full post »
slither, snake. sneak ye away.
wrap yourself around a corner.
Ha. you can’t see me any more.
where did she go? that One? -- with Honor?..
ooooh. you took her for granted.
she was always at your beck and call.
but she’s your beck and Cal/… Read full post »
what is it like, to know, in your heart,
that you made someone quiver?
that the words and sounds that you emitted
could bring Joy like no other; made her shiver?
to be told, in sweetsong English,
that you, yourself, had awakened a soul?
that the casual Ease that you/… Read full post »
have i not always remained true to my word?
have i given any reason to Doubt?
that i would remain, standing in Strength,
even if it means putting you out?
for if you don’t come in, you are but a stray;
a feral, a stalker, a taker.
skulking about for the… Read full post »
Sometimes the cure
is worse than the disease.
But I carry now the knowledge
that flooded into me.
From a rend in my soul,
heart cracked open wide,
a symbiotic sight replaced
what I saw with my eyes.
Knowing full well my old boundaries,
I let them go with a kiss, for… Read full post »
if i was a flower,
would you pollinate me?
if i was the Nile,
would you ride to the sea?
if i were a book,
would you turn my pages?
if i were a mirror,
would you return my gazes?
if i was a bakery,
would you like my pie?
if i were a chef,
would you/… Read full post »
(The Ugly Side Of Pride)
there is a Pit here.
would you like to join?
campground of silent sound,
a world, encompassed, voiced.
‘til an interloper
interrupts your presence.
move on ..
a knife is the thing
th… Read full post »
oh, the magical sensation
of imagination’s elation.
the fashioning of finesse and grace
desire is the fire of the mire of love.
what comes, goes, and what goes, comes.
nuance, spirit, contact. be/… Read full post »
There doesn’t seem to be
time enough for me.
.. to give myself the gentle care
My plans are always delayed,
even if I rant and rave.
&nbs… Read full post »
Another one has left now.
Spittin’ image of his brother.
Sweet Michael Gene, my best chum,
who left me with Lisa, his beloved, like no other.
She was bequeathed to me, in verbage.
She was bequeathed to me when he left.
I saved her much suffering,
by regaling… Read full post »
i like the times i can recognize
the inner strength that i own.
it’s funny that it only dawns on me
when others tell me what i have shown.
yes, much has fallen to my shoulders.
poor brother Bobby, taken under my wing.
when Pops and Timmy could not handle it,
because Mom… Read full post »
how do you wield the power you own?
do you use it, or take it for granted?
anyone can see that it serves you,
but what victory lies in being enchanted?
a rapid succession of lovers
will capture an ego on the make.
but when you use/… Read full post »
i bought a new dress to meet you in.
i only wanted to present my Self.
but you never showed up for the presentation,
guess i’m just not like everyone else.
easy to be, easy to see.
but what you see is what i don’t know.
a taken-for-granted Good/… Read full post »
what a wonderful existence it is,
to know, inside, you are a bird.
to know you give the gift of song,
and that you trill it out, with words.
oh, the rapture of depiction.
a song, a picture, to relate.
the things you Know inside your bones;
the gift of/… Read full post »
All the time in the world
a grassy meadow
a doe bounds into a thicket
dew blankets the grass,
which is just waking up from a long night’s nap.
The breeze blows freely through the trees.
A dragonfly with wings of silver flies along a misty creek.
The nectar of/… Read full post »
sting, but no..
i embrace what lingers.
the machinations that move my soul
are a cog, an ignition,
the very prism of time
reflects and refracts
all i’ve made mine.
why should i not?
so, if you take from me… Read full post »
how do you encapsulate a moment?
with all it’s emotion inside?
the myriad swirlings of loss and possibility,
until you think you’ve lost your mind.
how can a single second in time
rearrange all you’d hoped and dreamed?
in an irreversible, im/… Read full post »