fored from fairsCaPe

I have been to where
all is white. I have
seen my world by day
and night. I've been
to spots where trees
align. I have viewed
mountains as broken
spines. I am amused.
I fill my day. Eddie
see, I like to play.

cold passion-read once and throw away

never at a loss for
paper
ink
words
I am a full time poet
and a part time human being

when I am taunted
by a line
not yet surrendered
to solid form
I nod distracted
gaze blank
as friend or husband or child
struggles for my attention

other writers understand this look
my focus past their left earlobe
my head bobbling
and they back away
while I race to scribble
that which will surely
escape
if not captured
in the moment

I try sometimes
to commit myself
to those around me
while poems
wash through my brain
with the persistence of the tides
but I usually wind up
asking a stupid question
like
How would you spell BOBBLING?
and they know I am gone again
exploring
my own inner landscape

so often as I snap to
I must apologize

I'm sorry...
What did you just say?
I was writing
when you began talking
and I just don't
understand
this conversation

as a peace offering
I read them
my new poem

You'll be the first to hear it...
It's been in my head
for a long time
mucking around
and now
it's completely congealed
and ready
for public display

this is their chance
to get even
and I often
am bombarded
with questions
confused looks
or worst of all
when I'm finished

the Ubiquitous

...That's very nice...

Hey!

Where did everybody go?
I'm off the grid for a few days
and it's like I died.
On to the next...

or

Did the Dr. Bronner poem scare you?

Dr. Bronner- The Pope of Soap ?

The liquid castile soap
from the healthfood store
with all they tiny writing
on the bottle?

Since I can't link
due to td
(technology deficits)
you'll just have to
go google him.

It is ok to laugh
(at the poem)
or
anything else for that matter.

Weird post huh?

I know.

Oh well...

all one - dedicated to Dr. Bronner

as we're raised in shame and sorrow
it is hard for us to know
that the promise of tomorrow
is the same as long ago
for the universe is endless
we are sum of all its parts
and we never need be friendless
love begins within our hearts

as we're taught to know our boundaries
it is hard for us to see
that we are the earth, sky, sea
let go of self and let self be
for if jesus is your savior
or if allah knows your name
or if buddha hears your chanting
know they all are one the same

as we've learned to be possessive
of ourselves, our things, our gods
we find nothingness elusive
we find beingness at odds
for old habits leave us slowly
if there's nothing to replace
what we cherished once as holy
we must learn to wear gods face

we are all
part of one
we are one
part of all
all of one
one of all
all one

sense

There is a part of me
that never wants change
a part that wonders
where is my mother
where are my little children
where is my youth
where have my possibilities
gone

There is a part of me
that avoids
clocks
calendars
photo albums
any thing that reminds me
the present is not the past
that tomorrow
this too shall pass

There is a part of me
that shuns mirrors
as I always expect
to see a younger face
a child me
not my mother
not my grandmother

There is a part of me
that refuses
to accept
we are grown up
a part
that
never
will

This part watches
for robins in spring
and fireflies in summer
it listens
for crickets in august
and school buses in september
it sniffs the air
for burning leaves in autumn
and turkey at thanksgiving
it hungers for candy cane at christmas
and champagne at new years
it waits for the feeling
of snowflakes on eyelashes
and Valentine kisses

This part
is the immutable
living core
of me

It is
for this part
that the rest of me
keeps going
for one more
flash
chirp
smell
taste
touch