Dark curls cascading down
On skin pale and bare
Arms,lips, mouth, heart
Eyes colliding in open space
With no escape
The creek after the rain
White foam spilling over
In song an dance
Spring’s first kiss fresh on flesh
And baby’s breath
Under the covers
Feet meet and greet
In our world
Touching, touchingOptional Poetry Continue reading After The Rain
Daily Writer commented on my comment re the Header day!! Total disaster and no images could I find on Library computer…..Yes like he said there were tons of images in my head for my Blog….Google Is God…….Later edited to IS Google God!
I saw angels over mangled computers and metal contraptions. I saw the Hand Of David hovering round gigantic city towers with their eminating rays of radiation. I could find nothing anywhere …could’nt customize zilch. Maybe it’s my techno dumb self but I was wishing I’d been on my own computer . At least I had some of my own photos in there. One in particular I like from Bergamont Station art galleries in Santa Monica, Los Angeles. It’s a stone sculptor at the entrance similar to the Hand Of David.
A hand reaches for a baby in the arms of another……..The other will not give the baby up! SO that was a strong image for what I was saying. ….As the post insinuated; we want our information highway even if it’s risky to our health and wellbeing, relationships etc.
I will try post that pic tomorrow when I hope to be on my very own machine!! Another comment from Blog Writing IS Hard….writing is easy if I like the subject matter and feel passionate about it…otherwise it’s hard yes….and very frustrating when learning new tools in new sites! for me because I’m a techno wreck, a bit techno weary and bleary and just winging it.
If anyone has any ideas, help, suggestions re getting more exposure on this site let me know…..My posts come up as ‘uncategorized’ even though I put my blogs in categories….as far as I know, along with Tags..Thanks to all bloggers…very inspiring
Poetry stirs me …that is some poetry. It hits me or it does not. Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Yeats, Donne, Emily Dickenson, Robert Frost, …Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Patty Smith, Bokowski, Tom Waits, Amy Mann. George Carlin!! Life is poetry but I must find the poetry in life.
I like the short-story aspect of poetry. My poems tell a lot of my life story. I like the way it can touch or hint without going into great detail. I love the brevity that’s available through it.
I am not a true followers of traditional rhythm, cadence and so on. I like a flow of thought with words that dance off the pages and into my gut, heart, being. I love how for instance Bukowski’s Bluebird dances and resonates inside me. I love how he reads it. In the same way his Don’t Do It tears me apart,
Sweet Crushed Angel by Hafiz seeps and meanders through my veins like a soft chilled glass of grape juice. It lifts and at the same time brings me to my knees. Like A Rolling Stone, Dylan, does a sort of hacking job on me….It throws the book on my childish dreams but it lands quite beautifully! Because I know it’s all true for me. It resonates with me.
IF the poem fits I must not aquit. I must let it soak into me. Let it resonate in a place that’s authentic….Let it mold me, pamper me, shake me up, bring me down a peg or two but please let me not ignore it….A poem that resonates is like a fine meal. IT nourishes and fills in a way nothing can.
Inhale. Make smoke- watch it wind and curl. Follow it all the way. Hover-float. Gulp down some more of that stuff. Turn up the music.Kick back. Take the edge off. Chill. Dance ’round the fire. For god’s sake do not walk through it. Can’t take the heat! Can’t smoulder. May burn to a crisp and then what? Run away. Brace myself. Pull down the hat a bit tighter. Buckle up. Throw on some shades. Dance the avoid-dance some more. No see, no feel, no hear and definitely no touching down long enough to press the ON button on the bullshit meter! Definitely not! Anything but that! Anywhere but there! Anything but sit with discomfort. Anything to avoid sitting in discomfort zone. My own discomfort zone!
There’s always an exit, always. Instagram, Instant spam, instant goop, Ipod, Ipad, iphone, Igods. Dancing the avoid-dance may be an epidemic! Nails to paint, Highways to ride, programs to watch! Then one day a sparrow hits the glass. The earth shakes. The flood comes through the living room. Someone has died. Someone has been born and I come to a halt. Sentences once dead all of a sudden start jumping off the pages. Meanings start shifting, Signposts start shimmering. My dots seem to be eclipsing my commas. Verbs overtaking my nouns, full stops insulting my exclamations! AhHas bouncing off the wall and bursting! It’s hitting. Dancing the avoid-dance can be hazardous to one’s health. Pink and fluffy illusions are suddenly starting to disintegrate through the haze, right smack in the middle of my amnesia! Laugh or cry the game is over and it’s late. The arthritis has already set in. The mold has already spread, The lover has already gone and the roof’s already caved in! But then another hit….Caved in but cracked open the sky. The sky, visible and naked and fully available like it had always been. But where had I been? Hey those falling shingles and mortar hurt. They hurt real bad! But I’m alive and I’m awake! The signs had been flashing but the inertia and fear weighed heavily like a ton of bricks! Resistance takes a lot of energy. Resistance is the problem not the actual problem itself …That’s what’s loud and clear! Can I handle that? Can I go on from here and how can life ever be the same again! Resistance can create physical and emotional blocks, illness, fatigue, unhappiness, creative blocks and financial hardship. It can be a serious liability. Ahha moments like these are like bright shinning pearls from the bottom of the deep, buried subconscious! My subconscious! “As long as you resist suffering, it’s a slow process because the resistance creates more ego to burn up. When you can accept suffering there is an acceleration of your process which is brought about by the fact that you suffer consciously. In the midst of the conscious suffering there is already a transmutation. The fire of suffering becomes the light of consciousness!” Eckhart Tolle. And so the new dance begins. IT begins knowing that it won’t always be pleasant and easy. It will sometimes be tough. I will fall and I will bruise because that’s life. What IS is what is….dark, light, good, bad, ugly, pretty. That’s life. No point trying in vain and burning a lot of rubber, avoiding the inevitable anymore.Where has dancing the avoid-dance gotten me anyway? What a relief. What freedom; I do resist and I do dance the avoid-dance. I will probably keep doing it but now it’s less attractive, a bit more obvious when it shows up. Blind spots not as blind. Messages not as slow getting here. Progress not perfection. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
The following is a short story in poetry form;
Stranger In A Strange Land
Sometimes I feel like a stranger in a strange land
I come from nowhere and I’m going back there
I dig the blues but they can get monotonous
So I sway to my own.
People peer out of doorways
Give me side-way glances
Snigger, laugh, whisper
I Can’t help it can I?
Maybe they think I come from somewhere
Like nowhere they’ve ever been
They’re mistaken of course
Maybe they want to sing the blues
Or find their own rhythm
But have forgotten how it goes
I can remind them.
Then we get down
Look each other in the eye;
‘Hey brother, hey sister , hey mon,hey momma
And for a moment at least, we’re all strangers together
We come from nowhere and we’re goin’ back there
Back to no-man’s land
Hand in hand we don’t feel like such strangers
In such a strange land…..
I’m blogging here as opposed to keeping it in a personal journal….Why you might ask.
Because I like to communicate and to create an opening for conversation and new experiences…I like to provoke a response and feedback. I like getting a bird’s eye view into the human condition including my own. I’m part of the human race and I love community/writers/poets/artists/ and inspiring others to reach inside and find their own vulnerable spot for more insight and evolution.
The topics I’ll write about will be all part of the above ie resolving the day to day with zen-like humour and Buddha-like self reflection. I will write about for instance, our personal thoughts, beliefs and behaviors and how they bleed into every part of our life from our relationships to our educational, financial, religious, health and government systems. How what we feel and think creates our reality. I often write in poetry form. My background is more in songwriting but that’s expanding into prose and an autobiography now. I will also probably blog about social and environmental issues effecting our health and lifestyles; about denial in ourselves and in society and it’s possible side effects. My influences are many including…Kabir, Lao Tsu, Charles Bukowski, Yeats, Shakespeare, Pia Melody, Carl Jung, David Whyte, Proust, Jack Kerouac, Hunter Thompson, Patty Smith, Maya Angelou, Anais Nin, DH Lawrence, Eckhart Tolle and tons more.
Those I’d like to connect with I suppose are those who value those issues I mentioned and who would like to go deeper than deep so to speak. People who would like to open a portal within themselves for more personal and global evolution; people who have or are suffering from betrayal of self or that of others and who wish to take responsibility for their own part in all of that.
I hope that in time my blogging will create a forum for honest, vulnerable and safe communication, for healing and for inspiration. May the muse consume us and instil passion and lots of fun.
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