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Comfort

A beautiful friend is translating my poetry for my upcoming book into French!

here is an example of her delicious, delicate and astute translation

 

Comfort

Our bonds have become our own doing

no matter how tightly we are conditioned

how painful our restraints

how deeply we were wounded or by whom

in the end we sit alone

either free to be

or

holding our own hands behind our back

in an ironic gesture

of comfort

~réconfort~

Nos chaines sont devenus produit de nos propres actions

peu importe la sévérité de notre conditionnement

la douleur de nos contraintes

la profondeur de nos blessures et qui les a infligé

au bout du compte nous nous tenons seuls

soit libre d’exister

ou

nos mains derrière notre dos

dans un geste ironique

de réconfort

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bee bird

 

 

 

i am

diminutive,

a bumble bee like

flutter bird,

i am a nectar rainbow

ambrosia and light

so

withhold your strident word

and cursing fear,

put down you bricks and mortar,

and soften to me,

for i am joy,

pink butter joy,

a honey breeze

a tickle,

i am smiles of jasmine flavour

i hover and glide

within your sigh

an iridescent  whisper,

i am your sun kissed friend,

you will find me in a flower

I AM ELEPHANT

 

 

 

Storyteller mirror silent giver of wishes true.

I am an elephant.

Oh how I love me this way,

my close up folding,

my sheets of warm skin,

the magnified texture

and pores of space.

Dust rises under lined feet,

planets rotating from bone to bone,

across arterial heart,

kicking up dreams.

These eyes are before,

hinting animal

and compassion.

I am lost in my own wet, gaze.

There is orange, I see, underneath

the roots of millennia,

embers of genesis,

still burning,

sparking movement,

action divine.

Yes I am,

so deeply all,

so deeply me,

beautiful

elephant.

 

Reaching Being

 

 

 

 

extravagant

extreme

express train tracking

embracing

unfolding

fine articulating

emulating

entrancing

endeavouring straying

smarting

expounding

instrument playing

loving

warring

scarring

fleeing

glancing

glitching

unhitching feeling

failing

falling

flying

seeing

stretching

finding reaching BEING!

Blue Meadow Allowing

..

.

.

Blue moon

cocoon

FULL

tightening

burgeoning

fruiting

heart

.

Lips glossy

with

urgent whispering

and

wishing               wells

of childish

yearning                         eyes

full

crystal

caves

ever deepening

ever widening

infinitely

flowing                tunnels

to

full

splendid

flowering

and

blue meadow allowing

The Trapeziast

a flower

in the wind

caution

left swinging

she swoops,

like air

she circles

palms flared

upward space

alight

on

blue

universal pulsing

aero waltzing

to central beat

and the landing

but a whim

an extra

a bonus

a swelling

a rush

an art

she leaves her body swinging

 

Big Spirit Remembering

 

 

 

Lake eyed,

seeking sophisticated lines

in experience only      thisbig

.

Bonsai finger, reaching,

one, two, three

un, deux, ,trois

A

B

C

Flaring

YES

FLASH

Concept

IGNITION!

.

The mother

heated, pressing, liquidity

tidal

primal

OH to tend not bind

OH to guide not dam

OH to love not bury

.

Sidestepping

yielding

to

big spirit remembering

Diamond Light

 

 

 

 

mesmerising

 

Eavesdropping I am

on conversation

seen

between leaves,

 

shhhhhhhhhhhh

 

ears widen

in pink anticipation

blinking birds take wing

 

through fresh clouds they arrow

 

sight is lost

my face whipped,

 

stinging,

singing

 

raw joy

 

love

 

in this moment

this expressive impressive morning moment

my heart splits in gentle tone

fine, musical wings expand,

to spin the length of space

 

mesmerising

 

diamond

 

light

Let Sun Dust Your Chest

 

 

 

Chest frosted over

claiming winter stories

.

Unfolding flakes of pretty ice

clutch fragile hands

.

a formidable posing

but seasons shift

.

Spring penetrates,

proposing adventure

.

Stirring pots of colour

array with toffee possibilities

.

Let sun dust your chest,

sweeping ancient glaciers

to slide

a river of clean delight.

Silk Screens

 

 

 

Pretty birds and vines,

embroidered simplicity

reveal perfect lines

and puppetry.

.

Orange-yellow blossoms

warm toes on tiles

will not mask your human steam,

your spirit perfume.

.

You of naked information

cannot hide nor burn,

but, in candid ambiguity,

only delight.