SuziCate's Musings

Archive for May, 2011

Beware

a yellow warning

death is around the corner

this autumn tells us

 

winter is now past

spring lit the world with color

fragrance and bird song

 

air is now summer

daytime sun, night time fireflies

bullfrogs croak time on

 

autumn lingers near

to beware death once again

just to spring to life

Taste Of Sorrow

I have felt sorrow

with it’s threatening claws

ripping me to shreds and swallowing

one bite at a time

I have felt the weight, like swamp sludge,

pinning my arms and legs,

til I am aware of nothing

but the pounding of my heart

My heart drums like a woodpecker

Tap, tap, tap, echoing

through a forest of toppled trees

Sorrow tastes like hard bitter persimmons

Just a touch to the tongue,

drawing my lips and cringing my spirit

to where water doesn’t soothe but swells

Sorrow crashes upon the soul like a car wreck

and stalls like a weather front

until the heart decides to live again

When the pitter of gentle rains loosens

the stronghold, you emerge renewed –

For you have learned to bend

like the arc of a rainbow

When you rise and meet the blue of sky

be sure to claim every color

under the shining sun

Fusion

Separated

by a double-edged sword of truth,

you stand in the midst of tomorrow

while she hangs in the shadows of yesterday.

Your truth bares a shudder of fragile bones,

her innate fear of life’s prowling anger.

You juggle her wailing ego against dashing dreams,

spinning and sinking in darkness.

She stifles the infinite messages of petrified wood

as you struggle to spill them onto the sand.

She hides her fears behind nomadic gleams

of beads, baubles, and bright scarves

while you dive naked and headfirst into ocean’s roar.

You both bleed regrets into ordinary silences

rushing to catch the ranting swells of time.

Holding hands, trample into the barefoot night

and wrestle with the grace of dawn:

together you might catch a falling star.

Mind Storm

Looking through a haze,

do we see what’s really there?

Are we in a daze?

Things get distorted,

they aren’t always as they seem.

Vision contorted.

Eyes are tricky tools,

showing us things that aren’t there.

Makes us into fools.

Imagination

gone wild inside our heads,

our own creation.

When the fog fades out

the monsters run for cover.

We are left in doubt.

Scarred

when the rain poured down

earth rumbled tumbled crumbled

our world fell apart

flood waters washed in

whipping ripping stripping land

stealing those we loved

bald like an old man

nothing remains forever

but the sun still shines

Emptiness

Scraggly roots cling

while green tendrils grasp for sky.

The rock wears a quilted coat of moss.

I finger the softness of the womb

cradling the cold smooth stone.

Grey and green take flight like a bird

toward an old abandoned house.

Crash. Shatter. My arm freezes mid air.

Ripped like meat from bones,

moss hangs from a jagged edge of glass

…and the stone is lost

somewhere inside the neglected frame

of a rundown house.

Cultivation

unearthing the deep

these discs are made for digging

dreams beneath the dirt

 

it’s all about us

the blood, sweat, and tears, of life

such our garden grows

 

eternal process

we dig, plant, gather, and hope

we reap what we sow

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