Sea Change: Summer of 2007
Copyright 2007-All Rights Reserved
your lodestar
shifted
the angle
of the sun
bent
the radius
of my perspective
folded
linear time
past
present
future
into
triangled planes
while
your
moon power
raised
sublime
possibilities
exponentially
placing them
just
there
above
my horizon…
your force
disturbed
the poles
of
my world
charged
changed
their
magnetic direction
while
like
a riptide
you
pulled
my sea
into
to your
sphere
displacing
my currents
drawing
my tides
skyward
to
arc
upward
evermore
to
you…
your moon
imploded
the mysteries
of you
of me
of us
together
shooting us
like stars
somewhere far…near…
somewhere
into
parallel universes
where
the equation
of us
burst
into fire
and sparks
and
circles
unbroken
without end
or beginning…
circles
spinning
out
beyond
eternity.
9/15/07
You will find poems, essays, stories, memoir, reflections under these Blog Topics: excerpts from The Mee Street Chronicles, Journey Series, Book of Days, Retrospective Series, Traveler Journals, Storyteller, Meditations Series, Maverick Author Series, Los Angeles Observations Series, Evansville Notebooks, Knoxville Remembered, Love Song Poems, Family Album Series, Woman Series, Writing Series, Testimony 1-4, Original Myths, My Photographic Eye, FYI, It's In the Stars, and more to come.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Love Song III: Empath (for ND)
Love Song III: Empath (for N.D.)
Copyright 2007-All Rights Reserved
gather
the pieces of your wounds
packed neatly in dusty attic boxes
swept carefully under the kitchen rug
dropped haphazardly in bedroom corners
gather the pieces
like hard candies…
wounds
alive
denied
but never
forgotten
gather
the days of your pain
the days
liquid-red
once bloody
and throbbing
now years-hardened
into stiff
brown streaks
lying in bottoms of coffee cups…
gather
the leftover
signs
of hurts
yet denied
but alive
and well
gather
your night terrors
strung together
and hanging
about your neck
like
a noose of pearls
strangling
all breath
cutting off
all life
terrors denied
but still alive
still
well
gather them all now
and
bring them…
wounds, pain, terrors…
press them
etch them
release them
into
onto
me…
for I am your empath
your empath
wounded…
as your scars become mine
your empath
broken…
on the wheel of your pain
your empath
tormented…
by demons of your nights
I am your empath
I am
a balm
to restore
an elixir
to heal
I am your empath
come now
to you
with love
unconditional…
your empath
come
gladly here
with love
for you.
9/9/07
Copyright 2007-All Rights Reserved
gather
the pieces of your wounds
packed neatly in dusty attic boxes
swept carefully under the kitchen rug
dropped haphazardly in bedroom corners
gather the pieces
like hard candies…
wounds
alive
denied
but never
forgotten
gather
the days of your pain
the days
liquid-red
once bloody
and throbbing
now years-hardened
into stiff
brown streaks
lying in bottoms of coffee cups…
gather
the leftover
signs
of hurts
yet denied
but alive
and well
gather
your night terrors
strung together
and hanging
about your neck
like
a noose of pearls
strangling
all breath
cutting off
all life
terrors denied
but still alive
still
well
gather them all now
and
bring them…
wounds, pain, terrors…
press them
etch them
release them
into
onto
me…
for I am your empath
your empath
wounded…
as your scars become mine
your empath
broken…
on the wheel of your pain
your empath
tormented…
by demons of your nights
I am your empath
I am
a balm
to restore
an elixir
to heal
I am your empath
come now
to you
with love
unconditional…
your empath
come
gladly here
with love
for you.
9/9/07
Labels:
Black Lesbian,
Frankie Lennon,
love,
same sex attraction,
story,
storyteller,
writers,
writing
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