Posts for June 15, 2018 (page 4)

half up the mountain
passing into thinning air
I forgot water

At the market a lady named mama
sells me some essential oils
to rub on my bald head.
“Ooh, ahhh.” 
She rubs a sample on my arm.
It smells like lemongrass
and my ex.
I can’t stop staring
at the gap
between her teeth
and the memories. 

Orange, red, green trees
veined with yellow, gold  

vibrate, shake as with a lavish belly-laugh
that resonates in waves  

like wind, like water on shore
the quiver of being  

growth to death to rot
nourishing the next birth  

the ground, the sky, everything between
caught in the trembling net  

Here’s a link to the painting by Emily Carr, if you’d like to see it: http://www.the-athenaeum.org/art/full.php?ID=119107

I called you today
About the wren in our shed
Because you’re a friend of birds.

I think we both knew
I was not calling about the wren. 

Eloquent women treading the boards
Dudes trading insults and whipping out swords
“Go to”, “How now?” and the occasional “Hark!”
It’s all there at Shakespeare in the Park.

Teenage love is a beautiful thing
Tearing up the sheets til the little birds sing
That ain’t no nightingale babe, that’s a lark
I heard him at Shakespeare in the Park

The sounds a bit loud but there’s no way around it
The King lost his shit but eventually found it
Going home happy in the warm summer dark
After Shakespeare in the Park.

Kneel in supplication
Kneel to be knighted
Kneel to ask for her hand
Kneel to be blessed
Kneel to speak with a child
 
Three point kneel on the line,
Protecting the QB’s tender arm.
Bended knee to catch for pitcher. 
Down on your knees to pray
Now I lay me down. . .
Our father. . .
I pledge this day . . .  

Kneeling before our flag
Could be thought to say,
This is my country, my flag.
I ask for mercy and justice
From flag and country.

i am not falling into the pit–
it is rising
to swallow me,
whole.

i am minding my own business,
not harming a fly,
yet the darkness insists on
collecting my soul.

the pit is not
malevolent.
it yearns only
to eat life–
as do all,
trapped
in this earthen bowl.

in the end,
all will be taken–
all will descend
into the cool earth.
all must pay the toll.

Outside of solutions the canvas will render,
look at creating & preparing
a dynamic private function game
over plotting in the motion.
Editor, focus on adding planned features
(such as workers).

Will my heart know it
when the essence that is you
sprials off this plane?

Sitting with Mommy,
her tiny chest stopped rising-
she quietly left.

I expected peace,
a sense of letting her go-
not just an ending.

You are across miles.
Still I sit with you, waiting-
hoping for goodbye.

My heart unable
to grasp she had fled before-
a shell only there.

So now fare thee well,
this time I understand it-
we all die alone.

On Maturity
                    by Alice

Life was much more interesting when I lived in my head.