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Monthly Archives: June 2013
In the Park! Ave C and East 9th Street
A soft spring day
juxtaposed
against your bleak winter
I sat waiting for months!
to attend this metamorphosis
into adulthood
into summer
Solstice
to watch light
flutter off the tip
of this writing tool
as I pay homage to you–
Words
seasons
Leaves
goodbyes
Double meanings
and several tries
to make the transformation ONLY
mine
but it’s yours too!
It’s everyone’s!
And I overhear the workers say,
“I can’t wait for them to bloom!”
and I think:
Me too, buddy, me tooooooo.
Swollen Belly
Blue yoga mat
Crooked back
slow bearded men
create and break
down the East Village garden.
Faint spring leaves fall
on my lap
remembering your
swollen belly.
Big belly.
You glow like mother creation!
Radiant energy bouncing off
my iris
back at you
I felt you give birth before you gave birth
like a mound of sacred yellow pus waiting to explode
all over the room–
The sweat beaded slowly
rolled down my
brow to my
nose
fell to the
ground
I must:
keep the steady focus
spread my fingers until the webs between them almost break
push the full weight of my
body into the floor
The Crown Chakra
a line to you
Mother…
A wash and cleanse
A tend and mend
A healing quote
A soft back bend
A fluid swollen belly–
a creation destroyed to make something new
a natural quick dry
makes my soul ready for you.
Fragmented
I hugged you, one last time
a kiss so tender
sweet
lips
that resume an ancient prayer
every time they move.
this tiny poem
fragmented poem
is just and only
for you.
Killing Zoe
Not Optional
Native tongues
divide behind
a lucid dream
that tries to hide–
I cannot fight anymore.
I will let go
and let you
decide.
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Work Weekend Part II
Teach me to be more loving
to be more accepting
to be more aware that the thoughts that run through me run through you
And I cannot keep running away from the Source
that clearly defines peace
as an attitude of wholeness
togetherness
acceptance
of everyone as my
sister
and
brother
In the darkness of the womb
I pray to find clarity and continued equanimity–
the dirt beneath my bruised knees
the beach towel that protects
the sun sets beneath the rolling hills…
I want to know if the owner of the land will bulldoze the garbage
he’s dumped for years
in a place that was supposed to be a green and lush paradise
until life started happening?
and yet
and yet
and yet–
Teach me to be more loving
to be more accepting
to be more aware that the thoughts that run through me run through you
so I can really learn to love myself
and also learn to love you.
Work Weekend Part I
Scolded in the circle
behind the sweat lodge
by an elder
you said
it’s important to come on time
you said
we must offer food to the people
you said
we must help our leader
you said
we must honor our ancestors through tradition
because they will ask
who
taught
you?
On the ride home
we vented
the blackness
engulfing the car and our brains
a hot melt
in my heart:
the lesson–
What lesson can I teach?
I must share the wisdom
I’ve amassed
over time
and do
what I have
been told
to do.
Buddha Poem
I stare at you, Buddha–
on my altar
the one I broke so, so many times
cleaning up the house,
the room,
knocking you over in a haze of doom and gloom.
You are my third one,
Dear Buddha
and I apologize to you now in a way that I’m not sure how to express…
A few unique faux flowers are held in your hands, on your lap
day in and day out
the same
expression on your face
a quiet grace and solitude I can emulate.
Pink lotus lamps sit and burn beside
your left and right
tonight
Your visage bears a blankness
A respite–
Before I drift off to bed, to sleep, to mourn a day, a weep…
I pray that I can lift you in my heart
and carry you within me
tomorrow
and then
forever
to
keep.
Guru
Guru
Who are you?
I waited so many years on this planet Earth for you.
And now you’ve suddenly
slipped away!
You tripped up your words
Our relationship begins to decay…
The curtain has been lifted
POOF!
All up in smoke
The joke
is that I had you in me all along
Guru
Who are you?
You
Are
Me.
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