Cold and crunchy,
You ice cream would never be given away!
I can hardly believe it was actually considered
As I sit here now, eating you.
Chocolate and pretzel and creamy vanilla,
Bad for my belly, yet yummy for my tummy.
You may never find your way
Into my freezer again, but for today,
Hot wax, wicks end, burning steady.
Checkered flag drops as they pass, the race has been won. The journey is just starting, destination unknown … to some.
Red light steady, purpose unknown. Blue light, vertical, glows in the dark. It signifies activity, although nothing moves.
White sand in a jar waits for task, right next to colored pencils. A drawing appears in mind waiting to be given life.
Shackles slip off in a maze.
Where no time goes
Purple wand of lavender
Carried through tunnels
Flooded with memory.
Fill nostrils with the past.
Mother, sing me a song
To ease my pain,
Repair my broken bones
And bring the whole thing back.
Take my babies
When they are born,
Sing my death song,
Teach me to cry.
Show me the medicine
Of healing herbs,
The courage of the spirit,
And how I can help.
Mother, heal my heart
So I can see
And so they can live through me.
The medicine of the earth
Art: Amy Swagman
Sitting, doing nothing.
I reach for pen and paper,
Knocking things to the ground.
Breathing a deep sigh,
Dark moments, seemingly never-ending,
Thinking I was alone.
Fallen into the pit,
I climbed my way out …
Deep struggle, wanting to quit,
But not quite.
Reaching the top, I realized
I was never alone,
Always watched over,
And yet, here I am again.
Singular, yet more than before.
I know better now,
But the pit is rising again
In belly. Same helpless
Feelings … however, knowledge of
The strength residing
Inside, a memory.
Sitting in a crowded room
Invisible walls separating.
There is a hearing of words
Spoken, but no understanding.
Those who hear do not
Engage, only discuss
Among each other.
How can truth be
Known without effort to
Is connection so strong
That it is not seen, or felt,
Invisible to the ones who experience?
There’s a pill for that,
And a resistance
To swallow it.
Feeling is raw, it
Would be relief to ease it,
To lessen it.
But who exactly benefits
From a mind dulled?
Expression muted, or
Which is preferred?
If he was with she, and she was with he,
who are these others?
Golden flowers wrapped in golden stems,
Silken red fabric on which they lay.
Warmth spreads as a visitor crowds in,
Insistent on utilizing space.
Raindrops on a white coat, slight stains left behind.
No color is not the color to wear while alive.
One who flies, yet does not have wings, is capable of miracles.
Surprised at first, reality sets in as ‘belief’ proves anything is possible.
One alert, one at ease, between the two I lay.
In comfort my mind is free to dream.
A hum, a vibration, are they related?
Does stillness fit in this picture? … or perhaps stillness is not.
It simply is what has become ‘used’ to.
Too close to notice what is real or imagined.
The stars are dark, I do not see them in my eyes …
although others do.
Three lights on a tree shows what is near.
Ribbons and bows on plain packages.
Wrought iron, strong and true,
It will last through many hot fires.
Heart, tender, waits to ring with pleasure,
A beckoning is felt within.
How does this tide turn?
Reaching for it, lack …
Or is there?
Mind turns inward, subtle movements.
Sharing must happen if healing is to be.
Space in life offered.
Two wheels, two brakes, who steers the way?
Driver to driver … unique.
Additional pathways are known to some,
Perhaps these are only a hint of truth.
“You have stars in your eyes”, she said
I look for them.
Something, someone …
Ferocity looks back at me.