- 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
it was said by Karen Blixen,
Isak Dinesen, the Norwegian pioneer,
that if women were tested at all,
it was for Patience,
while the men go off to what they hold dear.
but we are just as Impatient as anyone.
it’s just that we Allow for our men.
we surmise, we believe/… Read full post »
there are vibrations
that emanate from you;
tragic purples and blues.
the electric look of speed.
shells, little fossils,
inside your Need.
i see that shelter
you’re so rapt within.
such an existence,
but don’t/… Read full post »
you seemed to be a friend in need
someone who maybe needed me
despite my own crippled hesitations,
my over-wrought deliberations,
i happen to have that wellspring, and it is the call that i heed.
i can put myself outside myself,
put aside my foolish needs
when anot/… Read full post »
he took me to a place he knew,
but now i don’t know why
the world that he inhabited
was not a part of mine
it was a world of talking,
by people he does not know
and he surrendered himself in the silence,
to the voices/… Read full post »
paint me nice.
picture me pretty, color my life.
red, wanton; blue, tears
prism me, faceted,
know my years.
take the hues of my soul;
rustle me from hiding.
abide me. enfold.
let your brushes design me.
gesso finish, matte, white.
look at my palette,/… Read full post »
how do you teach someone to react to you?
to not lunge, expunge, or give due?
to not justify, or show off pride;
it only cheapens it if you do.
so you place yourself in a demeanor
to give fine thought and exchange.
and when it reciprocates, and reverberates,
y/… Read full post »
i just don’t want to be someone’s default choice.
the nice girl finishes last,
because she has a voice.
she asks all along, how will it be,
if i ask the same as you,
and that is the lynchpin; therein is the exit.
i guess i seem surly,
or w/… Read full post »
if you are a Giver,
you’re gonna find Takers.
Shamen and palmists,
soothsayers and Fakirs.
they all want to tell you
you’re not doing it right,
but it’s only in an effort
to steal your Light.
people get jealous
of the darnedest things,
your house, y/… Read full post »
i seem to be like a post-it note,
something you need to write down to forget
for every time i reach to you,
you just aren’t available yet.
oh, i’m so sorry, i was just leaving.
gee, it’s good to see ya,
but i have got to get going,
seems someone/… Read full post »
i liken my Life to my body.
it’s the only thing that i know well.
how its sinew and muscle are resounding,
belching out, in the tales that i tell.
impact. exact. ouch, that hurt me.
but i step outside the game.
you can go on with your/… Read full post »
Ooooh, here it comes ...
your Karma is bleeding.
wow - from this distance,
even i can see it.
does it hurt your own,
to watch what another’s emits?
why am i not surprised?
simply because i stepped in it.
i opened my portal by closing some doors,
you walked in,
and enveloped/… Read full post »
That's my Little Lavender Lucky Bird from Lucasville.
she was my move-in pal, the only female i ever had, and the only
one with clipped wings. Pauley taught me early on what that
does. but i loved her.
i drove almost all… Read full post »
if i was a frog i could see in two directions.
eyes on each side, to see forward and back.
and i could see the breadth of the rail lines,
even though we paved over the roadway tracks.
no one seems to pay attention.
the rail lines could save our/… Read full post »
i don’t think you can know why someone leaves
until you find the next; the one who stays.
until you’ve reeled from questions unanswered,
and you’ve found another facet of your own Place.
the crux of the matter is Emotion.
that which you cann/… Read full post »
This is a pretty horrific graphic, but accurate. I had to blow it up to see the detail. Amid the debris at her feet are some of the articles of contraception and backwoods abortion that have been banned, recalled, or… Read full post »
should i even doubt?
what i am capable of?
what i can do without?
do you think i do not aim my words,
knowing the power at stake?
do you think i don’t know my own language?
the one that you forsake?
tripping over innuendo,
crippling over tiny words said.
i ju/… Read full post »
reduced to ashes, flailing,
the unspeakable being spoke.
but when i try to respond, i’m choking,
the words stuck in my throat.
yes, i could slap you silly.
even with a gloved hand.
just like movie molls did as an insult,
you deserve it, you little man.
to take and/… Read full post »
pity, that; no turning back.
the path got paved over, the traffic, waylaid.
everything sitting, steaming in the heat,
just like the train that lumbers away.
ta-ta and good bye, would even have sufficed.
any syllable, just pick one, would do.
but to fall to the aberration of Si/… Read full post »
you were something of an Epitome to me.
though, i dare think, you did not like it.
maybe no One wants to see their reflection,
they are only in it for the Enticement.
i’ve heard some things about having Fame.
enough to say it’s not something i’d like.
it ta/… Read full post »
Ty, Ty, so blithe, so lithe,
the body of a string,
all fluid then knots,
little/… Read full post »
what would it be like to actually live your Dream?
even if you dreamed it up?
what would it really be like, to build a chicken coop,
for sustenance, a stand: Eggs: A Buck?
it would be like Feeding, Breeding, and Heeding;
tending to their needs.
but in return they/… Read full post »
what do you do with a heart full of love,
and no one left to taste it?
what do you do with your whole family lost,
how does your need get sated?
how do you keep on stepping?
aah ..! by their love’s ever-giving grace.
you put it on, like your powder,
and/… Read full post »
you hate me now, because i fought for you.
but i fought because i saw your soul.
i knew you needed a comrade, a love,
to hold a space for you, to enfold.
when i met you, your life was spinning,
of course you did not know what would come.
there/… Read full post »
inside the cloud.
all is allowed.
finally, m/… Read full post »