She walked

She claimed them as part of her family the short the tall the thick the small She wondered where she would be without them all spinning in confusion drowning in tears starving for empathy craving strength listening to dreams She found life fuller for them lesser in want of them a balance was needed. She…

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My empty hand

I show my empty hand then I play my cards like the M emblazoned in the pigment of my palms I can be no more no less than what I am Mother, Metalsmith, Mystery, Me I show my breaking heart then march ahead into the fray like the Matriarch of plants and children I nurture…

My heirophant

Are you my hierophant? Why do I cry when I hear your voice? Is it that you have a direct line to the source, the one, the truth? In yoga, crying and yawning are resets for the nervous system. Do I need to be reset? Should the world be reset instead? Why should I have…

Circular Poetry (edited)

Circular Poetry, more star shaped with comet motion but the more I think about it It's like pushing the puddle in welding add more rod, steady heat, melts steel, keeps moving the bead Good Morning, Mr. Tangent.  How are you today?  Ready to walk with me off the beaten path into the nebulous brush of…

Platform fatal errors

I wrote a response to a blog by Cecelia whose platform for blogging reviled me I gushed on the page, but I couldn't gauge what I'd done to deserve such treatment "Fatal error..zephyr-comments.php" Your comment form ate my response. Flighty, I wrote a poem that joked about it. I wanted to make contact I felt…