Tag Archives: dichotomy

two feet

 

feet

silken skin sliding

two feet

a meeting of soles

a poetic union

saucy

smooth

snakes

two warm feet

colliding

writhing

exalting

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Spinning On My Windmill

 

 

my feet grip wind

pushing silver

blading through the air

and spiralling a curtain of liquid thought

a slick coating

of

perpetual motion

and now I am hanging

upside down

and the colour is dripping

my fingers touch earth

and so

I fertilise my story

and sigh deep into the depths of dark wheat

contained in this body

of  abrasive action

and

spinning light

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NO Archetype

 

Examine

evaluate

analyze

diagnose

hard arsed

soul imposed

assumption

medicated

string by string

frightening

conditioning

! who are YOU?

to be or not to be is not the question

yet

question it all

I am an angel

devil

child

murderer

mother

malignant

benign

fearful

gastronomical

lovepoison

sex kitten

crocodog

nothing here is real

no archetype is powerful enough

to emboss ME

i am air

 

Dichotomy of Man

 

 

Originally inspired by the poem Monster

 

Feathers and claws scrabble in the dark.

 

The sun is a warm distraction

but I am blind to my heaven

and words hit a dark wall,

erected by the king.

 

I close my eyes

And the words spring…

 

my soul drags itself from beneath the pot of gold

to weave an exit.

 

It is a dream and here, my diamond thought hangs

my button, pushed tenderly, brings breath…

 

my skin stretches

my ladder unravels

 

find your own way pilgrim…my hand has turned,

to earth

now

sparks and flashes force a rain of little pebbles

like droplets on the ocean…

 

if only the whale hears my prayer, do I still exist?

 

my words have hit the king

who pockets them and prepares their return.

 

I cry in the night

my fingers reach for the sky and moonlight

sitting on tips like points of knife

sharp and beautiful

 

Am I a wasted thing,

what can quench my thirst for all I need?

 

I want more

my tongue melts

into light on dark pavement

surrounded by opinions

accosted by adult mouths

baby noise

 

My shell is tough but not indomitable

I am one of 7 billion answers

 

My conviction cripples me

In my defeat I find my wings

 

I

an opulent monster,

misunderstood,

in my red riding hood…

 

I give in to the dichotomy and

shrug

like silk it slides and gathers

 

a bloody mess

 

a puddle

of love