autumn twilight
… where the water meets the sea, between the worlds, within the void …autumn twilight
… where the water meets the sea, between the worlds, within the void …Persephone’s Prayer
I swallow seeds in your name,
and follow you into darkness.
I plant pomegrantes in my heart,
and feed them with love.
Queen of death,
Daughter of life,
may flowers bloom beneath your feet,
and wither as you pass.
I pray of thee Persephone,
grant to me thy wisdom
and thy grace between the places.
Let me follow your blooded footsteps,
and know the way home again.
A little poem that reflects my unsettling taste
The water swirls in the basin
as it empties.
Liquid flowing through
pipes and tubes
towards a treatment plant
“I wash my hands of it”
But the cleansing water comes
back around
and it never stays washed away.
The dirt always gets under your nails
no matter what.
Grant
There is some snow, still
Some snow.
The sky is an unreceptive screen,
full of potential and promise,
with no manifestation of a dream.
Pull up the anchor.
Sail across the sky,
let your sail catch some snow,
and your rudder cut the clouds.
Starlight in the snow.
An inky rut.
And some snow.
Longing
It’s valentines day. I have a tradition that’s about 12 years old. Every Valentines day I write a suicidal poem. Usually it’s a suicidal love poem, but sometimes the love aspect isn’t very obvious. Here is this years:
Longing
My life is a book.
Its pages written in scribbles and scrawls,
adventures and doldrums.
… read the rest
Truth and Acceptance
We are none of us the people others see.
We are all a collection of visages,
shapes and patterns placed upon us,
expectations of personage.
What is true, core,
is the mind alone. Our birth
and death. Our loves and lives.
these are maya.