Two Poems
And a milestone
Two recent poems I want to share. Influences from many sources. You may know who you are.
Memory palace moments surface as mundane tragedies
Events colored benign on the surface / bored with details
Feelings linger as half life radiation
Not seen not felt not heard not transmitted nor received
Unrequited love in all it’s insidious leakage
Mass formation of longing, a table for one
Affirmation repetition contagion
Spraying grief formula on tongue
Temporary relief yet memories only retreat into foxholes
Taking form of wallflowers lurking around rooms
Induced again when wound opens around heart softening times
Usually late at night when wrapping legs around pillow
As dream transmissions seep in
Madness comes and goes like a Beckett fizzle
Carrying the tragedies around for no good reason
Reminders of nothing useful / palace halls filled with toxic clutter
The Fool is us seeing the World
The World is us seeing the Fool
Mandorla shaped by laurel, womb shaped aureola
Creating the world by wiping it clean / all the world’s a stage
Striking the scenery / what’s left is an empty circle
Washing stagnation with Corn Silk
White Sage for clearing, cleansing
Elecampane moves the grief
Pumpkin flower essence softens hardens expresses
Taking apart the stage, prop by prop, flat by flat
Cue up Small Axe / inviting wholeness
Zero = Circle / and vice versa
Tomorrow my daughter graduates from college. My younger child. I will likely be lingering around the periphery of the event like a half ghost. Yet, knowing my contributions were immeasurable. My daughter’s achievements will be on full display and we will all stand up and cheer for her as she crosses an invisible threshold into the “adult” world. I will be loudly yawping with a sense of pride already fully embedded in our connection. I have served my children well and they have provided me with the wisdom of unconditional love, a form of profound reciprocity. Yet it’s her moment to shine and it will burst from her very essence / bliss moon. The earth will rumble and shake and the sky will break open into limitless possibility. I will remain on the periphery and my heart will burst open with love as it has for this being since I dreamed her into my life.
lovely textures
Beautiful and congratulations to your daughter ! And you.