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06/04/2017 · 9:07 am

Jane in Resistance


Day 5 of NaPoWriMo… This is an on going Poem inspire by the Fool.  You can  start from the beginning on April 1st, should you be so inspired to begin at the beginning.

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in my LIGHT

Opening eyes to an unknown radiance
when the cloak of night laid it’s chilled cover
and hours had held her entirety to the forgotten
Trying to be remembered.

The brilliance came through her eyelids
Her hands splayed over her face
Resistance was her friend.
The old oak of Bench her comfort

Bench was undulating
pushing at her immobility.
Whispering in her head
Swelling her heart’s desire
A silent urge to Open.

Fear stalked her hesitations
Pulling at her hands, her eyelids
A resonant ’NO’ filled her senses.
Peace had left the park
And the Sun was calling out
‘Jane, Jane, Jane”

What foolishness wanted a piece of her?
What trick of Light wanted to betray her
She welcomed the night’s crawl over her skin
Jane wasn’t . Jane was invisible
Till now.

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04/04/2017 · 6:49 pm

JANE? A fools journey


Day 4 of NaPoWriMo.    This is a spontaneous, on going, poem about Jane, and her Fools journey.

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Heart hand n mouth

She knew her name,
common among the abandoned
and runaway lost.
She forgot that it mattered
If it ever mattered till now
And if it had, would the memory
be candied sweetness or
layered in spikes and blades
with more of the ceaseless lonely
in this sea of other nameless
from the Lost?

The Bench ripple down her spine
A forgotten comfort, a familiar
longing, her skin flexed in
recognition, a silent welcome
followed by a far away voice
“Jane,
Jane,
Jane”
A long ago came tumbling in
with the coral sky swallowing the Sun
to the other side for that awakening.
Eyes open wide to the coming of night
Held to a singular beaming planet,
a radiant spike of light drives down
strikes her between the eyes.
Her breath taken from her
filling up on the blind of luminance
“Jane,
Jane
Jane can you hear me?”

 

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Photo: Jeanne Adwani.

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01/04/2017 · 7:53 am

30 DAYS OF A FOOL’S JOURNEY day 1


National Poetry month 2017.   Day One…30 Days of the Fools Journey.

I am attempting to tell a poetry story in 30 days about the Fool.  Perhaps it is a bit foolish of me to attempt such a foolish excursion into poetry.  Join me and see.  comment if you will.  I’d like that.

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Foolish lost her way

She gathered her hoard around her

Buried herself in Things and stuff

Enshrined herself in the useless

In the overcrowded full of emptiness

Idle chatter filled her brain

in the nowhere to go without it

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She wore the appropriate lonely

and the thin heels of  sorrow.

The crowd pushed at her ghost

Another no-one clambering nowhere

Making that jump into life

Into a cube of artless monotony

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Freedom cloistered around her

Spaciousness a grey gloom

She had forgotten the wild sea

She had forgotten how to shape shift

bird to sky,  naked paws on earth

She had forgotten the deep inhale

of Spring rain and green rising.

She had forgotten the caress of love

She had forgotten the rage of fear

She had forgotten her Joy

She had forgotten how to let go

And Jump

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April is National Poetry Month … NaPoWriMo.  http://www.napowrimo.net/   30 day, 30 Poems.

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02/04/2015 · 8:29 am

A Living Altar


I am beach stones and shells

a wisp of wind to sand

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I am a Fairy finding her tale

I am chakras of sacred geometry

I am every yesterday

I am that feather found

that flower turning

a candle lit

I am my mother face

my father’s song

I am hands laid up

I am hands laid down

I am healing light

a forest of pine

the smell of grandmothers

a whiff of youthful remembering

I am spiraling galaxies

I am of infinite space

I am God, Spirit, Source

magic and mystery

I am every myth unfolding

I am the untold waiting

I am She Who is the altar

And all this and more I place

on my sacred journey to BE

All that I am and have ever been

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