Dreaming of Wings, of Sky (Hour One)
She had been silently dreaming,
Dreaming all along,
Of Wings, of Sky,
Of the miraculous.
She had never suspected,
Though she gave an occasional and sidelong glance,
Half-seeing what she saw,
That meek and quiet were protective seals,
A wax rind to conceal the power
To break her world apart
And set it alight
With just the might of thinking.
The dirt under her fingernails,
The coarse weave of her cloth,
Did not prepare her.
Wildflower crowns and dextrous hands
Did not hint.
Breaking clods of earth and singing were no foreshadowing
Of her will,
Nor of how easily reality could break,
With just a few words exchanged with a stranger
Who was not.
Give Me
I like dirt gritty and uneven beneath
my hands; knees wearing
the shapes of ancient rock beds
the risks of forest floors
with their hidden sharpnesses.
Give me the grasp you don’t
know is too tight; hips forward
head back in deepest roar –
your strength the tie that binds us.
I want the aching dust to burst;
bead into our sweat, smashing
like atoms where we clash.
A cave, an open dirty expanse,
desert flat, untamed garden;
a hot sun scalding me
where your shadow does not fall.
Mouths open to dropped water
from the sky, catching the calm
to renew the rough;
beasts beside a moody sea.
I know myself best as the animal
slurping brute power and the
rush of pleasure’s brand of nothing;
let my softness make you stronger
and take me down into the blackness
we all came from.
first post
“YAWN” tendons popping
DAMN! Alarm didn’t go off
NEED coffee to start
Am I late, am I?
Crumpled sheets lie in confusion,
as dejected cat mews
but wait, it’s too early!
Bully Sun finds every crevice,
pushes, prods, “GET UP!”
Stumbling to the table,
mind hazy, depressing thought
“So much for lying in.”
#1bis – The bull ghost ( is so angry )
The bull ghost
Is so angry
Is moving so much
Dust
Scratching the dry ground
With its fiery shoes
He is ready to load
A big weight
In your face
You run
But it’s too late
You run
But it flies
It flies fast
And before
You breathe
You are caught
In its glue
The bull ghost
Is haunting you
Day and night
Light and prey
Pray now
The bull ghost
Is haunting
Even the dreams
In the days
Even the days
Of the dreams
Come true
Through the bull ghost
Venue
Home Again
Let me out! Let me out!
I closed my eyes tight
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe
I kick and I struggle
I’m sinking, I’m sinking
“Hush little one, just let it go”
I stop for a second
I open my eyes
The blue coral twinkles at me
The shy clam rushes its head in
The seahorse floats on by
I reach out and
feel the butterfly fish with my nose
“Enjoy the moment little one”
I swim around for a while
I see blurry images
of bigger fishes and creatures
whose names I do not know
I eye them suspiciously then
I stretch out like a starfish
I curl up like a blow-fish
I glide along like an eel
The bigger fishes stare at me
I smile at them but
They quickly turn away
I touch my body
Oh my, it’s silky smooth
I don’t have hands
They’re flippers
I don’t have legs
It’s a big fat tail
I do a back flip and
I laugh
I can do a back flip!
“Oh little one, Welcome Home!”
Hour 1
1)
Marathon Woman–
composing and discarding
transient poems
2)
Eight Hours Ago
Slid my wide backside
against your narrow front
and settled into bed
Like you have thousands of nights before
you drape your arm over me,
your work-roughened hand flat
against my belly
Lying here, skin to skin
I forget that I’m old
focus
this is the part where im in so much pain i cant focus on anything much less meter and verse
and all i want is some solid sleep
curse friday inventory and bad knees
Ashore
Submerged. Deeper and deeper I sink into the warm waves of ocean’s spray.
Sunken. Like a ship lost at sea never to return to the slip from which it ported.
Drowned. Forever filled with the fluids of antiquity are my desperate lungs, screaming for air as they become washed away in the tidal ebbs and flows, Moving sands of doubt and fear further inwards;
On this, my inner cove.
My Life Submerged-Poetry Half Marathon 2015- Prompt 1 Poem by Ingrid
Take the plunge
My heart beat quickens
Laboured breathing
The anxiety thickens.
An unknown world swirls beneath-
grey mist gathers above,
this watery sheath.
I gather my strength and with-
hearty gasp,
I plunge forward
without a single lapse.
Falling quickly backwards and then diving
straight a head
Toward this watery wonderland-
I am led.
Submerged in wonder by thoughts
filled in awe
of oceanic wonders
first ever saw.
I swim down deeper
and my world opens
Anew!
Oceanic beauty viewed by
only a few.
Coral reefs rise-
straight out of sand!
Magestic wonders
of this mesmerizing land.
Fleeting colours swim
by in streams
flourescent dashes,
schools and teams.
Fish of every
shape and size
appear before-
my bedazzled eyes.
I catch my breathe
in the beauty here
as my awe erases
my once present fear.