Poetry Cocoon

Let’s get there by Dreaming …

I could spend a lifetime writing words
Of love to bring to you
Instead, I write our story in the spaces
Between the in breath and the out
In the moments where emptiness resides
Where expansion and contraction are simply
Tricks conjured by the moon on the tides.

I could spend a lifetime writing words
Of love to bring to you
Instead, I let you go with tips of glittered fingers
That bridge the abyss of far-flung shores
And I rest our yesterdays on our moon
Behind that piece that never fades nor fails
To streak its seeping gold against our skin.

I could spend a lifetime writing words
Of love to bring to you
Instead, I warm you by the heat of a star
It falls from the sky like salt from your brow
And there lingers on the ocean wave
That draws back between our sands no more
To press its kiss against another day.

I could spend a lifetime writing words
Of love to bring you back to me
Instead, I send you to the Milky Way 
And bring you back through dreaming.

Many mountains. I am

Thirsty roots suck life from earth
Rain that falls seeps through my veins

I lift my feet, pull up, resist the ground
The water creeps,

dilutes me, cuts me, makes me weak,
porous. I am rooted in water, and air that rises,

gives life to plants, gives none to me
I shrivel. Close the gaps where darkness forms

Set loose through cracks, the barefoot hippy
freefalls, catches rainbows, leaps and springs

with yelps on jagged rocks beneath
I catch the birds and set the water free

I am old. I am wise. I am high
I am all the flowers and the trees. They are me

I am unpredictable. I am power. I am many
Penelope, you are seen by all.

But you are things no one can see.

Dancing on a leash
Upside down
Moving like melted chocolate
Life and soul
Rooted in the air
Upside down
Fall if no one is watching
Dance if no one is there
To catch

CONTAINED

Within the curved
shadows, trapped in matted grass
clumps clods earth mound root
jagged wood and ragged rock
sunk in thirsty mud
a flower trapped
curved funnel
opened towards the sky
pointed tongue
licking wanting consuming

Within the curved shadows,
trapped in matted grass
clumps clods earth mound root
jagged wood and ragged rock
there lies a secret
sworn silence
fork of tongue
from sleeping serpent
speak the ghastly truth
of time that was

Within the curved shadows, trapped
in matted grass
clumps clods earth mound root
jagged wood and ragged rock
a million lives
on curving pathways
a lurking labyrinth
leading to the edge
of poisoned time
contained within the curve.

THUD

The music sounded heavy as my heart, thumping to the sound of the drums, the stamping of feet on my heart. Heavy, burdened, tired of beating my life away, until the music stops sounding like drums, but like the beat of a butterfly’s wings, flapping slower and slower until it drifts lifeless and weightless to the ground below and the music dies; down.

Peddling Severed Parts

Looking takes everything
Fits their souls
Sometimes
A baby sniffing soft arms
The pebble rolled of sand
The eternal
Small grains assemble
Eye out cliff’s fissure
Little suns
Can’t breathe
When the moment spits them to you
Little sun
Leave behind hucksters selling god
But at last yourself be.

Vein Life

Gnarled and dry roughly thrusting outwards
Play umbilical chords
Lifeless detached not rooted

Strangled by mother’s nature force
My unstrummed brothers gave me life
Gnarled and dry roughly thrusting outwards

Smothered by the chord that bound them
She severed herself from the tree
Lifeless detached not rooted

Dead roots. Dead weight.
Not connected to this earth
Gnarled and dry roughly thrusting outwards

Shrivelled with memories of love
Some notes die so others may live
Lifeless detached not rooted

Just a girl
Brought life by boys who died?
Gnarled and dry roughly thrusting outwards

Lifeless detached not rooted.

VOID

Hollow womb. Bloodied ground
cannot be heard on echo breath.
Empty nostrils sniff out the sound
of silence in a heartbeat’s death.

Pull a child from chink of day,
breath beats on in empty lungs.
The echoes of the dead still pray;
mute serf cut out their tongues.

Darkened holes of eyes drill deep.
A person turns to fill the space.
An empty body chants a beat
when incense idols leave this place.

The earth revolves and spills its light.
Bend, wring, echo twisted life.

reflections in the Dark

karmic chanting in time with my mind’s breathing … in, 2, 3, 4
I sit on the edge of my emotions … hold, 2, 3, 4

in lotus pose, holding up the sky… out, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
forget the cat, the child and superman

breathing to the beat of my mind, I cannot stop
… hold 2 … relax

terror, agitation, anger
fermenting, festering, feverish

I am soda water
bottled under pressure

bubbling emotions force their way
up my throat, my neck, my consciousness

my mind wide open
my top is snapped off, it bleeds

down shaky knees
and the mountain loses its pose

I fall through mind’s eye
down into the abyss, my demons’ lair

of fudge-sweet smells and burning incense
I explode on impact, and then expand

filling every gap, crack and cave
I gaze, I see, I am the eyes of my fear

I shift and move, melt and meld … in, 2, 3, 4
dissolve in fear of god … hold, 2, 3, 4

I am everywhere
I am everything

it is gone, it is over, I have found
inner pieces of the mirror … out, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

when I look closer at the depth of my fear, I see
there are no demons in here

… hold 2 …
there is just Me

relax.

curvaceous Om

Om lingam ebony heartache
curvaceous
Om
tiptoe bound soar
profound downpour
softly over down
covered head
Blue eyes. Water
Om lingam ebony heartache
soul released
burning body
soar from captured freedom
tiptoe bound soar
profound downpour
transient water
gone
say goodbye
welcome the world of rainbow colours
Om lingam ebony heartache
tiptoe bound soar
profound downpour
curvaceous
Om

I carried  it in my pocket
into the river; I thought it would float
I carried it like a channel to a past
but the river doesn’t flow the same
moment to moment, drip by drop
I carried it

I carried it in my pocket
into the wind; I thought it would fly
I carried it like a beacon to the moon
but the air doesn’t breathe so well
up high in the sky at night
I carried it

I carried it in my pocket
into the mud; I hoped it would sink
I carried it like a rock in my core
and it sucked me down hard and deep
right into the depths of the earth
It carried me