Posts for June 9, 2023 (page 2)

Vibrant flowers bloom
Every color of the rainbow 
But dark clouds loom
Vibrant flowers bloom
Rain is near, I assume
Leaves no longer cast a shadow
Vibrant flowers bloom
Every color of the rainbow

Clumsy children,
find forgiveness in cuts and bruises,
scars that tell a story.
Tired children find
the peace in sleeping in
for 20 more minutes,
with soft blankets,
being carried
from the car to the bed.
And a sobbing child will love
their tight embraces,
short breaks in a quiet place,
soothing words.
None of these kids
ever really grow up.

These obscene magnolias-
luscious white petals
cradle spikey stamens.

Glistening green boats of leaves
radiate the blooms,
framing a bride’s boquet.

Jumbled branches obscuring
a door barely glimped
through the exuberance.

A few withering blooms sag,
sweet cafe au lait brown-
still a cup of beauty.

burst out my chest

8: The Owl House (2020)

used to hate ‘It Gets Better’

bc a lot of times you just bitter

on and on and on w/o any progress

any footprints to call your own,

and things get different awful, once unspoken

things get spoken-

into-the-law-of-the-land awful, and

a lot of times you just get dead or dead yourself.

but now this world is

Your cloister, these are the walls i will hoist around You,

this is the place You can put your tiny footprint down

again and again and again without any congress
telling You how to own what You are.

i get to guide You to the idols of my youth,

get the light of You knowing that You could’ve been, could always

have been, and You get to tell me how two girls

kiss first kisses on TV

not even shocked to see yourself there,

just like You’re every other kid

We never got to be.

i cover my ears like a child
that’s what i am
a child

Artificial Genesis

In this beginning – as Canada
burns – nothing is unformed and void.

Nor does darkness exist on warehouse shelves,
high-def lands of enchantment, where all is beautiful:

Everest whitely defies climate change.
A trolly passes trees of golden leaves.
A shark flips its caudal fin through sun-lit seas.
Oars dip to a tropical river like ladles in savory soup.
Clouds giftwrap low-slung hills.
Sunflowers grow to standing ovations.
Grapes sweeten on stages of vines.
Castles and villages make love to medieval rivers.

These worlds loop again and again on screens.
You will never miss them.
They do not die as temperatures rise.

pennyroyal, tansy, mugwort, rue
since Lilith, wielding plant powers
sorcerer, enchantress, witch
We’ve planted and gathered
Pachamama’s gifts. 
artemesia
black cohosh
fenu
greek

I ask myself what I’ve learned
all these years since
I respond I’ve learned to let go
release and if need be
walk out the door
search and find
myself and the answers
no need to linger

As I drifted off to sleep again
I was watching the sky

and living through a saga
of co-joined twins,

now folded like paper into a swan,
a plan of escape

foiled, and I was given
another chance.

And then I was jumping
up and down

I forgot! I forgot!
and the dream was over,

a reluctant day beginning
with a worried start.

I forgot! I forgot!