Beautiful Disorder

 

when my feet touch down

and dust in armfuls spread

like orange sunset

when heat permeates my bones

forcing my chin up

and spine to spark and spin

when my tongue alights on pepper

and my neck twists to engage

when my heart breaks free

to meet the wind

when my words match the angels song

that swirl in echo blue

when elastic skin is rolling under seraphim palms

and my hair is taken up in a cosmic fist

when paint streams from fingertips and soul spreads like water across this land

when lips soft envelop a new dawn in a birth of existential madness

I become

a melody of perfume

a tidal song,

a hot wet bed of divine

I am

my own supplicant

consumed by beautiful disorder

 

44 thoughts on “Beautiful Disorder”

      1. You speak the crazy unspeakable with a deep understanding silvery one. This poem for me expresses the pure joy of being, which is incredibly powerful and infectious! You are a magical poet (aka conduit for the cosmic dance)xShine onx

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  1. What I like the most about this poem is how you build expectancy so well at first and you don’t deceive when you deliver those lines of “I become” and “I am”.
    Love this poem a lot!

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  2. I don’t think you’ve ever been anything BUT all of these things. But, then…I am pretty sure that if I met you, I would actually be able to see the magic dripping off of you. Silver pools at your feet.

    Echo blue and seraphim palms *shakinghead* Perfect.

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    1. I probably give off a more magical aura through the ether than in real life! you’re so beautiful! Thankyou though..I love the thought of silver pools at my feet, I might use it in a visualisation…it will help me create !

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  3. Also, there are times when I read something so good that it just stops me in my tracks. I call it “the anti-inspiration” because I feel temporarily unable to write a single word. The perfect thing has already been written and I don’t want to spoil it by delving into my own mind…would much prefer to wander in someone else’s. You have done this to me twice this week.😉

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    1. ahhh you! well I know that feeling…I am forced to absorb rather than respond or in some cases to even relate! It is amazing…when I was a teenager I thought it meant I wanted to be a rock star (if it was music that did it) or a writer (if it was a story) now I know it is ‘just’ life’s energy looking for the path of least resistance through my emotional body ….

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      1. my pleasure!!!🙂 thank you, i am well and happy. i had a wonderful weekend. i danced, ate good food, laughed, submerged myself in a ton of bollywood music, fit into a dress i bought 14 years ago, made my 1st green smoothie that was “da bomb”. yep, i’m happy.🙂 hope you are well and happy too!

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