| Poetic Matrix a periodic letteR on the poetic experience online letteR 5 Poems & Art Page 3 by Cameo Victor |
| MANTRA There are only two mantras there’s YUCK and there’s YUM thus gaily my crazy old guru did sum YUM is the relish for life at its best a hunger for love and a joyful injest but YUCK is denial a firm turn away with mouth clamped tight and nothing to say well turn around spin around my choice is YUM the vibrating happy lip buzzing hummm of YUMMMMMmmmmmmmmm!!! |
earth goddess // sky god
I am a squat red earthen pot
round, dark and burnished
enveloping echoes of lush surrenders
heavy pressed against the land
and I have entered the fire so often
that my vitrified clay keens
loud and true like a bell......//
//.... while you are a slim white wisp
at the whim of the wind
a sere seedy puff of careless clear blue
drifting your vagabond way
through gypsy fires of far gone places
till desicate purified lighter
than air you make no sound at all...
I am a squat red earthen pot
round, dark and burnished
enveloping echoes of lush surrenders
heavy pressed against the land
and I have entered the fire so often
that my vitrified clay keens
loud and true like a bell......//
//.... while you are a slim white wisp
at the whim of the wind
a sere seedy puff of careless clear blue
drifting your vagabond way
through gypsy fires of far gone places
till desicate purified lighter
than air you make no sound at all...
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"Look Gramma, look!”, my Hayley Grace squealed
as we passed by the glowing dandelion field.
“Look at the WISH FLOWERS shining for me!”
laughing at sun-lighted white globes with glee.
^^^^^^^^
One day
a field of blazing yellow
later one week
a sea of foaming fluffy spheres
tiny parachutes floating off
to nearby valley gleefully
bearing precious seeds of life.
Next year
the field mowed fiat
a sterile plain
no joyful splash of gold no grasses
poking ragged up along the edge
not one wish left
to aid creation uninhibited and free.
^^^^^^^^
Detachment
I stood too close to you
Entranced with each unfurling tendril
Watching you grow, loving you
So much I could not look away
Cherishing each silken fragrant petal
Each movement of your graceful limbs
Welcoming their soft embrace leaning
Into the smooth strong heat of you
I tarried too long in these tangles
Held fast against your throbbing pulse
Enthralled with the beauty appearing
Unaware of the roots enveloping
Entwined in your boughs obscured
In green profusion of lively leaves
Branches crisscrossed rubbing
Errant shoots fighting to snare the sun
Symbiotic pain is drowning me
I dread the pruning that must come
Please let's use clean sharp shears
To disentangle swift and sure
No chewed-off stubs or ragged tears
No dull blade crushing tugging
We can stand free and deeply breathe
Forgiveness in the IiIac scented air
^^^^^^^^
Missing you, like trying to paint
without my right hand.
You seem elsewhere, leaving a hole
in the substance of my world.
“Non-attachment”, my guru drones, “let go”.
But, I’m attached to every cell of your being;
your essence, the warmth of your solid form,
the fierceness of your life force.
And, yet, the paradox - We are one!
Conjoined for eternity, no matter what,
arising from the same sacred source,
the elemental evolutionary matrix
^^^^^^^^
OLD AGE
Waiting
in this tormented prison
Yearning
To the trap sprung
Gnawing
At shattered knee
With crumbling loosening teeth
Fleeing
This outworn body
Thickened failing heart with contrapuntal beat
Errant darts of jabbering aches
Rampant pain sluicing in raggedy bones
Eyes peering through fuzzy ochre shadows
Belly blowing big and fat full
Of half-digested warring griefs and guilts
Garbage bag for sins committed
Oh please
Let me go get me out of here
Long days counting resentfully
The need to stay...
^^^^^^^^
as we passed by the glowing dandelion field.
“Look at the WISH FLOWERS shining for me!”
laughing at sun-lighted white globes with glee.
^^^^^^^^
One day
a field of blazing yellow
later one week
a sea of foaming fluffy spheres
tiny parachutes floating off
to nearby valley gleefully
bearing precious seeds of life.
Next year
the field mowed fiat
a sterile plain
no joyful splash of gold no grasses
poking ragged up along the edge
not one wish left
to aid creation uninhibited and free.
^^^^^^^^
Detachment
I stood too close to you
Entranced with each unfurling tendril
Watching you grow, loving you
So much I could not look away
Cherishing each silken fragrant petal
Each movement of your graceful limbs
Welcoming their soft embrace leaning
Into the smooth strong heat of you
I tarried too long in these tangles
Held fast against your throbbing pulse
Enthralled with the beauty appearing
Unaware of the roots enveloping
Entwined in your boughs obscured
In green profusion of lively leaves
Branches crisscrossed rubbing
Errant shoots fighting to snare the sun
Symbiotic pain is drowning me
I dread the pruning that must come
Please let's use clean sharp shears
To disentangle swift and sure
No chewed-off stubs or ragged tears
No dull blade crushing tugging
We can stand free and deeply breathe
Forgiveness in the IiIac scented air
^^^^^^^^
Missing you, like trying to paint
without my right hand.
You seem elsewhere, leaving a hole
in the substance of my world.
“Non-attachment”, my guru drones, “let go”.
But, I’m attached to every cell of your being;
your essence, the warmth of your solid form,
the fierceness of your life force.
And, yet, the paradox - We are one!
Conjoined for eternity, no matter what,
arising from the same sacred source,
the elemental evolutionary matrix
^^^^^^^^
OLD AGE
Waiting
in this tormented prison
Yearning
To the trap sprung
Gnawing
At shattered knee
With crumbling loosening teeth
Fleeing
This outworn body
Thickened failing heart with contrapuntal beat
Errant darts of jabbering aches
Rampant pain sluicing in raggedy bones
Eyes peering through fuzzy ochre shadows
Belly blowing big and fat full
Of half-digested warring griefs and guilts
Garbage bag for sins committed
Oh please
Let me go get me out of here
Long days counting resentfully
The need to stay...
^^^^^^^^
| Sinking . Like a pebble . Skipped across lucent swells . The Truth sinks deep . At last . Through phantoms lies deceits denials . Sinking . Sinking deeper still . Down down to bed of rock . Snug safe settled . True |