Words

Sometimes
the words
come rushing
racing
over troubled terrain
I am speechless
and drowning
in too many
words

Memories
are nothing
like now
I have no words
as I sit
on this fallen log
drawing
symbols
and signs
in the dark
earth
silent incantations
over lips
frozen
with forgotten desire

Alone
and yet
one more voice
in a Greek chorus
of voices

Accidental magic
and mayhem
wandering
among
broken words
looking
desperately seeking
mine

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If I Hold My Breath

If
I place my foot
just so

I make a hole

There is a place
at the end of my walk
that is an eternal puddle
sometimes a pond
but that may be
a dream

My ugly brown
boot
can make a hole
or a splash

or a dream

and I lose
myself
in thoughts
of microcosm/
macrocosm

and wonder
how many storms
did I start today

in my empty
universe

and if
I hold my breath

can I stop
the apocalypse

13 January 2019

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I Am Woman

Twirling
and swirling

and
I am
a teapot

dancing
and glancing

and clouds
looming
with promise
and gloom
and dark
coming

glamour
and magic
incantations
skirts trailing
the damp, dark
ground

Song
more sigh
than sound

the bird
in the bush
cocks its head
to listen

and I am reminded
I am woman

12 January 2019

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