Monthly Archives: April 2011

28 april 2011  = 18   moon

This morning the poem wrote itself fast and first before 
my unusual intro. I realize I am now addicted to giving myself 
over to the poetry muse every morning.  It’s what starts my day 
and sends me out into the world.  Poetry month comes to a close and 
I am just beginning.  

the wind rocked the house
last night.
trembled me deep into 
folds of cover
it wrestled my dreams

into a flurry of April
storm grey
where the waters rise 
subterranean
my breath is lost
to a drown

that consumes my
spring green
smothers my red buds
rails and rolls 
screams and hellions
the busy dreamers
hunger for silence.

it comes in Sun
light sheets
cast over the dreamers
body
drawing the drown
away
to another woman’s sea

awakened to silence
laid wide open
where the night
wrath is lost
to the rise of a new
day.

TAROT TO YOU…

The Fool says,
“jump into life.”

The Magi says
“There’s lots of
    tools to stir your pot”

The Empress says
“Go ahead let creation
     lead your way”

The Emperor says
“You have a whole kingdom
      to attend to”

The Hierophant says
“Have faith in your resources”

The Lovers say
“Love your own dang self”

The Charioteer says
“Lead with focus and intention”

Strength says
“Trust your instincts”

The Hermit says
“Gather your pieces, find
   what makes you whole”

The Wheel of Fortune says
“Stand in the center, push your edges”

Adjustment says
“Be fair, in an unjust world”

The Hang One says
“Look to life from another perspective”

Death says
“to let it die off lets it transform.
 Let the poo go.”

Art says
“Take the impossible, mix it with the
  improbable”

The Devil
“I’ll show you what can lead you
  astray so you can make better
  choices”

The Tower says
“Be expansive; stay connected
   to your foundation.”

The Star says
“Be the conduit that connects
  spirit with earth

The Moon says
“Know your cycles, trust the
  shadows.”

The Sun says
“Illuminate the corners of your
  soul”

Judgment says
“Call forth all of yourself
  to be accountable.”

The Universe says
“You are enough as you are,
  You are Infinity waiting.

I say
“Shuffle it all up, crank that wheel of your life
take the leap, be creations tool.

oh ya.. and laugh loud, love hard, speak your truth.
get busy and live.

26 april 2011  = 16   the tower

A friend asked me about projection.  I’m not talking astral, tho’ 
that was fun, I’m not talking the stock market, or the agriculture, 
or any of those future trends,  I’m not talking about putting a 
face on a screen or how far I can send my voice  ( I can get plenty loud)
 What I am about to do as I dig into my poetry sleuthing any minute now, 
is to see how I might, you might, we might project: emotions, past 
recollections,  desires onto another being.  Projections of this sort 
are not all bad, some serve a situation when forgiveness 
or thinking well of other is a far better choice than the opposite.  
And, IMO, often projection sets a situation up, or a person up, to be a 
story that is not relevant to the truth of what is happening right now.  
It’s  your story from some other time and place that now gets to be the 
forecast of a future that has now lost it’s potential and innocence to 
what you, me, we, imagined.  OH.. it’s so messy.  I think you get my drift, 
if not, ask and we can further discuss it.
It’s a large topic to chatter on about, least of all, gather the poetry 
buzz and slam one down here this a.m.  

projection

Daddies always leave
and mommies cry.
Brother’s are mean
and you don’t get the why

Wrapped in a child’s
wonder
Wrapped in a child’s
woe
Wrapped up in a story
of so long ago.

Men will always leave you
Women take the pain
The world is full of 
brothers that lay 
your heart to blame

Wrapped in a woman’s
wonder
Wrapped in a woman’s
woe
Tied tight with the
assurance it’s likely how
it will go.

You lay it on your lover
you lay it on your friends
you lay the history of
you life
a story that never
ends. 

Wrapped in a man’s
wonder
Wrapped in a man’s
woe
what would it be
to tell this story like so

Daddies aren’t you sweetheart,
Mommies aren’t your friends
Brothers are silly people
that tease you till the end

Wrap yourself in wonder
Release yesterdays woe
Get yourself together
cause history will come
and go.

Be here now.

Distractions… The family celebrates.  I sip my coffee letting the sun and the lake glitter
to my left.  Candy Eggs, litter the room.  The dogs wander, hopeful for a drop.
The family chatters and I feel the comfort of togetherness.

Enter
As
Surely
The
Evening
Rises

Speak
Pleasure
Rhymes
In
Natures
Glory

Mornin’!  First, I want to thank all of you who find your way here
to my little poetry blog fog.  I sincerely appreciate you taking
the time to indulge me.  LOL. 
I say ‘fog’ cause, each morning I reach outta my bleary eyes, hoping some
other seasonal/elemental event will stir my heart, my mind, my some-thing-
or-another up, laying some font down on these pages.  
And BTW, I was not planning this to be about poetry, or what I deem
of a poetic nature.  I was gonna talk some ‘Geezer’ talk… Share
the wisdom that comes when you’ve lived a day or two.  In a way
I guess I am if you read these poems as if they were about you.
It’s all about you after all.  Oh.. and me too.
Really, I’m just a ramblin’ on here cause I’m waiting for some 
inspiration.

HERE IT COMES.  I think it's gonna blow.

Inspiration comes 
while you wait for 
   it.

Inspiration
has no where 
that it can hide.
No where it can
slip away to avoid
attention.
You writhe around in it
every moment.

It waits for you 

It’s in the noticing
of it everywhere
in everything
that can feed
mystery’s hunger
or
pull you into yourself
to find yourself
high flying, nip
tuckin’ into that
seething lava of creative
juice  

Taste that golden
nectar.
Ride your bike to
the Holy Grail.
Tickle that dragon
to the ground.
Wear Cerberus’s hats
to pass through your
  dark world
where Persephone
laid your seeds to
reach for the Sun

It is of mythic wonder
and magical thinking.

Inspiration waits
for you to notice
When you believe it
you will see it.

Sleep didn’t come easy last night. And the GeGe needs her beauty

sleep I can tell you that. As metaphor is always to my liking, I

wondered if any of you think of the outside weather as something

that happens within you? LIke.. what does the thunder of you

have to say? Or, a light spring rain? Pull in what seems

outside of you, within you, and let those feelings give

you information. What’s stirring your Spring thunder?

 

The house rocked last night
it wasn’t Pink Floyd or
 Bruce Sprinstein,
It wasn’t Jimi Hendrix 
 on the gittar.
It wasn’t the Rolling Stones

It was the hard roll of 
  Spring Thunder
 shakin’ the house down

I wanted to like it.
I wanted to let the crash
 and bang of it 
 fill me up
with its sky jive.
Quiver the timber
 of me 
Watch the zig and zag
 of lightening
 rip the darkness apart
I wanted to feel the
 charge of Thunder
pillow talk me up.

The house rocked last night
 and rolled the dog beneath
 the sheets 
Pressed his trembles
and shudder
into my body.
He panted his desperation
all over me.

I covered my head with a 
 pillow
It talked to me in quiet
 trembles.
It spoke to memories
of when storms and love 
rocked and shook the
house down.