Tag Archives: water

sunmoonawakening

I am water

rushing downhill seeking hollows to pool

I find a round space to bed with the moon

 

one day I awaken

my water is hot

don’t look they said

you will go blind

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Unlocked Rivers

My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies. This is number Seven.

over dirty feathers

sand pieces and falling sun

o crystal creature

this droplet of flesh

his humbled form

talk is small

small talk

tiny talk

lording over billowed heart

huge

rising

expansive breaking

tidal pushing

midnight reaping

clouds kissing

imaginary

moon

balloon in my chest

bursting

pressing pointed thought

monsters begging

falling from silver like unlocked rivers

circling

universes rolling

stoked by hot song

slack lips

releasing angels

creating to applause and comfortable laughter

swinging monkeys

becoming water

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Water

 

there is a wave inside my body

a heated flank

a slow tsunami

pulling upward like tongue

or soul

sliding my notes

taking my wounds….

it follows a soothing

determined path

a pink wash sweeping

a dark pink purpose,

it loosens me

it releases me

I glide like wings

melting floss

becoming

a rush

of

clean

water

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The Bridge

Meet  me on the bridge

Lover,

on the water,

over the water

here in the middle of me

This bridge was built for us

Lover,

to make a wish,

a silver wish,

and set the gold fish free

Follow the arch of colour

Lover,

under the sun,

full of  sun

we’ll melt the frozen sea

Dry Water

 

 

Dry……

over nothing not something

………………..

blank look

dusty tongue,

paper dry

underfoot,

toes shy

away….    ….        …………

too dry.

Mind hiding

empty fear

parched

impressions,

left

here.

Falsely still,

chalky

friction.

A

void?

 

Something (forgotten) not nothing……

something

rushing,

filling,

flowing choking

not dust but,

wet

thick

deep

water

dirty,

water

clean

wet

growth

primordial damp

hiding

mossy bones,

and…………………,

teeth.

Wet  R U S H E S

silver baubles streaming……

ruthless blue,

clearly

waiting

relentlessly.

.

.

patiently. . . . . .

under  dry

water.

 

 

 

Running Water

 

 

The River is wanton,

it speaks to me

and I listen.

Restless creature I AM

a mossy rock by this river.

It’s earthy fragrance entices me,

I stand quiet and let it touch my body.

I put my face close so I can feel it’s voice in my mouth and

on my lips.

I love its accent of running water,

Its wonderful gurgle makes me thirsty,

I drink it in.

I like it.

 

Rain Like Love

Rain like

love drop

on my fingertip, on the green

sliding leaf

silver pregnant

rain

drop

on my nose

falling

love

full drops join and frolic

silver lost in swirling brown

eddy’s of emotion, silver to brown and back again

beauty on lashes, before the

eyes

always changing ,moving

water thick with being,

too slippery to hold

like love

the closest I get is to skin

but it is the water the love the rain within

I seek to contain but cannot.