Lotus

Held hostage
by the shackles of limbo
where reaching is restrained.

Always in the posture
of departing, feet bound
by doubt.

The ransom already paid
by the crippled years
she binds to memory.

Never blooming in mid-afternoon,
she rides the dark horse beneath the moon
seeking the Goddess who will save her.

Silent Snow (for deverse Snowed under, Iced in...)

Quiet earth

Beneath white silence

Pureness

Untainted by this world

How it makes one

Go inward

Feel the gentle stirrings

Of memory

Gratitude

For the warmth of shelter

Empathy for those without

Like a seventh day

All is still

We can almost hear

 The angels sigh.

Thief

The thief arrives
stealing the lies


Truth-
almost fatal
stirs in the dark

and some part of you
cries in the night.

Must We Tear Ourselves Away? (for deverse, open link;January 31, 2015

Must we tear ourselves away?

Always waiting for the arrival

Of a new happiness,

So often she eludes us-

Through the open door

On a summer’s day

Vanishing with the breeze

Taking our thoughts

To some distant star

Born in the night

When all along

She sat beside us

We were just too busy

Chasing her ghost.

Ella (for deverse-Hair;01/27/15

How I loved to

Sit beside you

Watch you loosen

Long, gray strands

Longing-

For those days

When the mane of auburn

Burned with fiery youth

Courted by the Scotsman

My grandfather

His gaze enough to make you blush

The tears well up

In your tired eyes

He no longer remembers you

Only that he can’t use his right arm

Can’t plant the gardens

Can’t hold anything dear to him

 The brush strokes

You sigh his name

And as it hits the floor

You know

You can’t hold it anymore

"You Can Tell Which Girls Lack Mothers By The Look of Their Hair" (Re-Posted from 2013) for deverse Hair; 01/27/15

When I looked into the mirror

 I knew she wasn’t there

Lost in some distant place

where sanity, shipwrecked

lie buried in the sand-

Mother’s hallowed sanctuary

where daughters didn’t exist.

Girls-

with boy cropped hair

searching for beauty which wasn’t

there .

Seeking communion-

 

lost little girls

in grass stained jeans

Digging for China

in backyards

Not to be seen

much less heard

in her silent world

where we never tread.

We never reached China

that far off land

on the other side of the world

Still we dug, reaching and reaching….

 

Myth (for deverse Poetics-Photography of Totomai Martinez: Mood)

I am the myth
which holds
your sanity-

A lie which feeds
your loneliness

in stillborn promises never kept,
somedays in embryonic sleep
their birth never labored-

I am the myth
which chains me.