The Poetry Marathon

Love is delicate this is true.

Yet, it can be robust and life giving.

The best love though, iot is not a fabrige egg, gilded in gold and celuian adelusion blue.

Encrused in the finest diamonds rubies emeralds and sapphires. Whetern it be top tier or semi precious like the aquamaringes, peridots and garnets.

No the best love is not a diamond grade of paler shade of greayish blu.

It is found insted in a blue birds nest with spects of slightly broken stickand shards of green grass and moss tucked inbetwen.

That is the love that I seek.

This is the kind of love that makes me weak.

A State of the Union

Adorned in shimmering stones.

Face aglow she imagines the sanctity of the union that is about to take place.

She no longer dreams of reams of crinoline and spools of satin that span the diameter of her dress, as expansive as an elaborate parasol in circumference, as she glides across the floor.

Instead, she sees a svelte silhouette and envisions baptizing his feet in rose water blessings.

Her hair is half down half up and it is clear she has a crown grown from her own head.

Three to five intricate braids are deliberately placed to frame her face as she stares into the halo of his presence, a natural glow emanates from a smile so sweet that she melts every time he smiles.

A gathering of pearls and foreign shells representing the seven seas with 57 distinct pearls from each of the smaller seas and their tributaries adorn her body, shoulders and head.

She has a veil that represent her culture and his in intricate detail. Prayers and poetry sewn into the hem of her dress hopes to step foot with him in new lands, new adventures, to rekindle an ancient calling that is hard to explain in words.

An exchange of bonds not easily broken pass their four lips, two hearts intertwined in silken blue and red rope created by two.

He like the sailor as handsome as they come and she like the mermaid cloaked in natural opulence born of the sea, both committed to service for the greater good.

A vow is but a prayer and a blessing not meant to be uttered lightly.

It is a risk we take both in love and this state of union.

To hold and to have, they day

Why are most vows and blessings so stoic in nature? Some merge sand, candles, jumping brooms, and I hope to create my own traditions that like us have room to grow.

This is my wish and prayer.

An impenetrable bond is formed from before we met. She manifested this man a dream come true.

As he was the most authentic version of himself as was she.

She knew not of his profession or his faith, she only knew is heart.

A closet to store time.

What will we find inside?

What treasures and imagination drags do we find inside?

What memories are tucked away neatly in a box will come tumbling down, falling often making a slight sound.

What lost item that we will find in plain sight?

What organizing shred or hack have we found?

What did we try to create?

What clothe will we uncover?

What fashion faux pas will be seen?

What shoes no longer fit?

What do we find hard to give away?

What will be left behind?

The Extraordinarily Ordinary prism of light is truly a sight to see.

It captures in one sun beam all the colors of the rainbow.

It captures the spectrum found in oil spilled on an asphalt road.

It is the encapsulation of hope.

the sun total of joy.

A ray of light truly is a sight to behold.

It envelops those you love and care for in a clock of golden hues.

It is the best filter known to man and it shows your glow from within.

It is a feat of nature, and it shows the glimmer in the eye.

it is life.

It is the light that illuminates the moon at night and brightens the day.

What is love? Bell Hooks says that, All awakening to love is a spiritual awakening.”

I was fooled by this once. The allure of my most reverent desire to fall for the spirit before all else.  No, I will trust my most basic instincts and sense. The sense of sight however vain I will trust in concert with taste touch and heart. To venture past the five senses is a great feat indeed. I tried to give spirit a chance yet, it too is as elusive and misleading as the five senses.  I will be more discerning and listen equally to the mind and heart, the left and right, the conservative and the liberal.

I will not go into matters of the heart blindly. I will walk in love and not fall or trip along the way without taking note and stepping up or back when needed.

What is right will be clear as the sun and as regenerative and live giving as the sea, who has yet to fail me even when I have been burned, bitten, and bejeweled by the ocean and its intoxicating love potion.

Receiving the sweetest sleep, the tenderest kisses, and the most mysterious of gifts.

Sing me a sweet lullaby and love me unconditionally. I do this too only with you.

Two butterfiels in the night. One black one white.

No they both were black and yellow like the bee and wasp. and the shimmer of thier black was rich like obsidian deep and true.

* I was interrupted by a fire alarm in my building. We were all evacuated.  As I was leaving, I found a neighbor who was panicked.  Her pet was safe, yet she almost panicked. We grabbed be purse key and phone and made it to safety. (This is the best way to meet all your neighbors. I found a picnic table to write yet it was difficult to write when you are not sure if everyone is alright.) Finally, we made it back in. Last month someone burned a waffle, this time I wonder who started to smoke. Everyone is safe. Now the writing like the show must go on!

Musical Words

All my favorite words in music are friends…Rivers, Bayou, and Trees, all lead you Home to me.

This is clear to see.  Thank you, Sylvan Esso, even though I missed you at the festival this year.

They sing in a strong harmony, “lighthouse keepers”, “aching to return”, “waiting”, “aching to return to light”…

I was a day late and yet was able to volunteer and I was there.

We ask to be respected

to be treated with kindness

and tact,

It leads me to think when

we ask to be respected

that we are in fact,

trying not to force a feeling

hoping to inspire a trend,

yet in the end when

we ask to be respected

we truly want it to be mutual

and not a only a give and take

what we really want is

for it not to be fake when

we ask to be respected.

How can it be?

The earth is flat some say.

Is this what happens when we go off the grid?

Have we finally went over the deep end?

What do we truly know?

At least they made the claim!

Can we at least back it up with reason instead of calling teason!

Do we have an inextricable innate knowing?

I look at the shape of our moon, the way water puddles, how planets and organic objects like to congregate in shapes spherical in nature.

I’m partial to the circle yet that’s no excuse.

A personal preference or an inclination is not enough.

I like to wonder of what conclusion I would have if I did not attend school and how I could think out of the box no pun intended…

I’m ready to exit the ring.

Who knew this year my iced coconut coffee would coagulate into almost the prolific shape on our planet.

No not the hexagon.

A perfect pentagon.

Ten Years Ago

Ten years ago, I had a different mind, yet the same heart.

I knew not where I would be or that I would end up on the other side of the country to once again reunite with the four seasons.

I am always in awe of nature that too has not changed only intensified.

My love of music in concert has only grown stronger, like the pull to sea, it is where I feel the most at home.

Where all walks of life and ages come to be unabashedly free.

I am more open to the ways of the world and now I have included me.

I think I understood empathy naturally for others even too much so, yet this was the year I extended it to me.

I only felt sympathy for myself, and that we know is never good to feel sorry for yourself or anyone else because it is an indication detachment or unhealthy coping with challenge.