Poetic
Matrix
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Poems Page 6
by Cordelia Brown
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Hook Up
Shook up
I came to you and breathed to calm
my shaken heart and quivering hands.
Can you feel the history beneath my skin?
Can you follow my contours and their trails?
Layers crystallize like sediment within.
Touch speaks languages I know as inspired tongues.
Flowing in and out as we breathe together,
I move as you decide to lead.
Can you follow the wave of my ballerina arms?
Behind closed eyes I see:
My foot leaping like a fish upstream,
my arm waiving like a reed at the bottom of the sea–
dreamy, slow, rippling, rocking.
Cradle me here and now,
"Touch my perfect body with your mind."
So often, we cry alone.
But when you cradle me,
we step outside of time.
Familiar as roots and drum, familiar as the lub-dub
of my heart, the rhythm of my body awakens
sensations and memories of years ago.
And your hand, like gravity
brings me home
to earth, to my body.
Snippets of Hook-Up
1.
Inside our ribs a creative realm holds space
for infinite connections.
Viscera, organs and dreams overcome gravity
as standing on your head
turns back time.
2.
Begin at Zero.
Gravity will hold you there.
Tunnel into
scenes of nature, lush, moist, vibrant.
Expand your consciousness;
stack epiphany upon inspiration.
Your cairn will lead the way.
3.
In the primary sensory cortex, a smiling James Stewart
looks out and from him flows
vision, interpretation, under-standing.
Soar like a flying monkey!
Feel every hair stand on end as electricity pulses from
one hand to another and another and another.
4.
Support one limb, one person with numerous hands;
as community holds each individual.
Floating, flying, electrifying.
Roots teach a child to stand,
each parent holding one little hand.
Around me swim my expressions–
Creations, Exclamations, Inspirations!
What you see is what you get so surround yourself with
thankfulness.
Eat more, love more, breath more blessed bliss.
9.
Comfy as a lazy boy or plush-down canopy bed,
I stay at the center of my core and stretch out in a
swirl, whirl of creative twirl.
Lovely lines; my mind is a reddish-pink poinsettia!
Roll along the carpet like a child down a grassy hill.
Spread out in the luxury of your skin.