Filed under: growth, healing, love, nature, pain, regression, shame, strength | Tags: ache, apple, autumn, bell, doubt, girl, loss, love, muisty, poetry, romance, worm
1.
My name is girl
My age is when
I feel the day
My height is fringed
With misty things, the haze
That surrounds all,
Air , or something like it,
Electrical.
Part 2.
My fate is but a worm
Squirming in the sand
Beneath an apple on the
Beach.
My rubbery coil senses Autumn’s
Mellow fruit but feels
Only grit and cigarette ends,
Yellowed with spit
And the odd spat of sea.
Part 3.
My Date is a round
Can of something fizzy,
A man, who’ll pop
And bubble over
With sense and tunes
Told well, with confidence
Like some voluntary tramp.
Part 4.
My ache is a bell
Bent out of shape
Chord twanged by the wrong
Hand. Who’’s hand?
Who cares? Lets fix it,
If it’s copper it’ll meld well.
Part 5.
My tune is a song
Soldered on to the side
of my liver, an odd
Audience, granted,
But keen, it knows exactly
Where I’ve been and what
Deals Life’s dealt.
No, livers make grand audiences,
They’ll tell you whether or not
You were truly magnificent,
With their view from the stalls.
Filed under: control, eating, happiness, healing, health, hope | Tags: expecting, host, lefe, next, plan, slow
Patient no longer
lips warm, feet warm
Hands soft and sentient.
Gone is the rumble and
The heart ache within,
here is Life soft and sweet
And ready to eat whole,
Nothing to peel off
or hack through.
Eyes whole, heart WHOLE,
Life long and waiting:
Where have you been?
i’ve been expecting you all this time.’
‘What have you planned for me?’
‘Plan? You’ll see- Be kind
To yourself as you find your way, make it easy and slow, as befits a guest,
Remember, I am Life, your host,
From this life to the next.
Filed under: control, earth, healing | Tags: branches, luck, objectives, plan, risk, roots
List your objectives,
One two three.
Tick them all, perhaps.
But branches grow from
nodes unseen, wrought in
Secret, deep within the trunk;
Roots find water and,
Without reflection on Luck
Or Risk, drink deep, sending
High and varied growth
To greet wind and find sun
Filed under: healing, health | Tags: body, Challenge, floating, phase, thoughts
What phase is this?
Phase four of five?
If the fifth phase is
Complete recovery, what
Is this now?
This is getting used to
being in the present, floating
No current to fight,
No summit to challenge,
No triumph to trumpet.
Just here in the night
With nothing but a notebook
And a duvet
No body to keep me awake,
But thoughts.
Filed under: autogenics, control, earth, hair, healing, health, heat, light, strength, thrill, willpower | Tags: balding, earth, force, life, light, tree
A hot expanse swells below
This cafe floor, my Earth.
Above, if i picture it,
A bulb of light so large it might include a tree-
Between, am I, small and sitting-
Straight, I think, ready channel but feeble
Conductor.
Let Life Force strike light
Through a balding head
Into my woken soul.
Filed under: crystals, destiny, earth, healing, health, hope, intuition, minerals | Tags: citrine, core, earth, powerful, ring, rock, trone
Ring scratched me
Ring chose me
Ring rang bright
When I put it on-
True it rang,
With the truth of light
Filtered through fathomless
Aeons before molten bronze.
‘It’s a very powerful stone’, she said,
It knew me before I new it
It called me to it,
Its point, set in silver, dangled sharp
And chipped top finger flesh,
Exposing backstage blood and raw; but
Flesh flapped back and sealed beneath the ring-
A rock called citrine, post-card from Earth’s core.
Filed under: eating, happiness, healing, health, hope, pain, shame, sleep | Tags: afternoon, cruel, happy, night, shame, sleep, sxplore, tasks
Firm and awake is how I feel,
Now that day is done
And night is
Come to stop
The whirr of consciousness.
Today was easy,
There was no drag,
Low air resistance and I
Soared high, even
At my desk, sat on foam.
After lunch came cruel gut,
Prompting truancy, again
the shame of crunch and swallow-
But it passed and day dawned anew
With afternoon and bloodstream teeming-
Tasks were done and now,
I’m happy to explore the night and trip on sleep, by chance,
Busy looking for a dream.
Filed under: eating, happiness, healing, health | Tags: balnce, disrupts, hunger, seek, steady, thirst
What disrupts balance?
What brings balance?
Perhaps it is not a thing sought but
Rather, the knowing how to seek-
I won’t summon thirst and hunger,
Let them call me when they will,
Let them approach with steady paces,
I’ll greet them them with slow, frugal
Hospitality, and hope they’ll be the kind of guests
Who leave early, to beat the traffic.
Filed under: eating, food, happiness, healing, health, hope, love, thrill | Tags: care, cool, injections, pills, relit, repair
Happy day started at night for me,
Whether from pills or injections
Or Prunes and live yoghurt
Makes some difference,
But not too much.
Am I in control or merely
A passenger in a rusty car
Fuelled by pharmaceutic diesel
And in need of repair and care?
Bathe me in water and leave me
To dry in the sun.
Take me in before I fry but
keep me somewhere cool and clear
Where static glare is fenced
Out and love relit.
