Monday, December 16, 2013
Sometimes as a writer it's weird to see how things you've written a long time ago relate to people, and experiences and situations in your present? This blog is a kind of celebration of time not being linear, but very multi-dimensional. So, I'm playing with some older poems now and helping them find their place-- ala Emily Dickenson who, like me, enjoyed playing with rules and punctuation and order.
If you know me in real life, you'll laugh because the last thing I am, and ever want to be is a straight line ♥
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
I can hear myself think here
in this journey of wild divine
hear me come a’ soulin’
a’ soulin’ in your lovelight shine ~
here I come a’soulin’ in your soul so true
here I come a’soulin’.. souling deep within you
a friend, a lover, co-creater and muse:
soul shine yen yang whispers clearly so blue ~
fill me with your fragile beauty, with your questioning within
hear me come a’ soulin’ ~ a’ soulin’ across that ocean wind ~
here I come a’soulin’... in your heart so clear
here I come a’soulin’... can you feel me getting near?
lives hanging in the balance suspended in the wait
here I come a’soulin’ not finding us too late.
eclipsed in the chaos between the sun and moon
someday turning here to now’s way ~never saying never much too soon~
here we come a’ soulin’... what is there to fear?
here we come a’ soulin’...our answers all too clear ~
a soul, a soul, a soul, a soul
the world will ask a penny for your soul?
but we aren’t even from this place?
and our souls we will not forsake ~
so here we are soulin’... souling in our wild divine
blissed in loving freedom, our souls now intertwined ~
a soul, a soul, a soul, a soul …
find me thankful, my beautiful soul ~
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Now, I'll tell you the story behind that poem. My granny Kate was one of the first people in Georgiana, AL (and to hear Daddy tell it Central Alabama) to have Christmas lights OUTSIDE! She was a Renaissance woman and maybe the third year or so they had electricity at Mockingbird Hill, Kate got out the Sears and Roebuck and ordered her some big, fat, outside Christmas lights for the Cedar tree planted near the road. The whole community came by to ogle them! The Cedar tree's not there anymore and when I asked Daddy to plant me one, he said "No!" Apparently JC (John Chester one of Daddy's older brothers) was the one who planted that tree and when it got big enough to shade his grave, well that's when he got appendicitis and died. Poppy says if you plant a Cedar when it gets big enough to shade your grave, you die.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
affirm yourself woman,
and know your name:
shout it from your diaphragm,
feel it rise up within you willing
that energy triumphant...freedom
trumpeting in the silky purple night ~
that name takes flight.
know yourself woman,
your bloom is becoming:
beckoning nectar rising under
blushing lips, pink tipped sun seeking madness ~
that flower is anonymous.
see yourself woman
through my crystal eyes:
bared naked lady without disguise
moving over and under and all around me ~
that lady is mystery.
see the world woman
with clarity of mind:
soul pollution purged through illusion's unkind
moving over and under and all around freely ~
that truth is liberty.