PAD - Day 26 - Love - anti-love "InViolated Love"

InViolated Love

they say that mother love
is inviolate love - bonds
impossible to break -
gifted to and from
this creature rolling
in waves within -
bursting from loins in
blood and ecstasy -
unknowable this mother
love - a mystic business
connecting cry to milk
pain in you own heart
when you mistakenly
prick it with a misnamed
safety pin - until you
stab it with a safety pin
feel its pain shiver in
your spine - shimmer on
this mystic mother love
as it rides a two wheeler
and you scream in joy
watching from a window -
feeling the wind in your
hair as his blows - at a
graduation - a first
ride in a car - first
love - a walk down an
aisle beaming - on and
on as it throws tiny
burgeoning large and
muscled - baby skin
giving way to peach
fuzz and unmistakable
fur - ah those arms
around you - here and
there through a gazillion
breaths taken in concert
this mother love - inviolate
marching on even when
inevitably as such things
must be the creature - infant
boy - now man machetes
the cord - careful if still
connected to your entrails
mother love - mystic -
connection that must
be disentangled gently at
each milestone juncture
of the loving journey

NaWriPoMo - Day 18. A poem in the language of home... Sssssssh - your father

Sssssssssh – your father…

"Ssssssh your father..."

is getting ready for dinner

Ssssssh your father....

is eating at the table ...

silverware clinks, quiet

gulp of cool water

swallowed – he breathes

"Ssssssh your father ....
is going to the living room
to relax ...I follow and...

sit ...there next to this king

this raven haired young 

man as he placed ruby

records on the player –

and there – sitting next

to him … music crashed

shook the walls and

my small chest as I leaned

against the solid wall of

him and he cradled me

with an arm and I smiled

sssssh to them all….

The Pass-over

 - Eden Keeper

The Pass-over

I walk through the sands of time

beneath my feet slipping through

my fingertips – feel the gritty soft-

sepia – I sing four questions to my

grandfather keeping the trembling

desire for perfection away from joy

in his shining eyes – I walk the sands

of time with them in small books in

the hands of elders reading, - those -

patriarchs and matriarchs and

children of long ago stir in our

very blood and sit for a time at

our table among the fine linen

and dishes piled high with food

cooked with love and laughter

together in the scrubbed kitchen

I walk through the sands of time

my actual elders retelling the story

as I watch the crystal glass sparkle-

filled with sweet crimson wine set

aside – peek - feel the breeze of the

front door ajar – in welcome for

the possible entrance of an angel –

I walk the sands of time – as some

slip under –foot-prints vanish into

hearts – I walk the sands of time

teaching tiny hands to hold a small

book, cut meat for a parchment elder -
listen to the mystical miraculous

music of my own son sing in a high

clear voice the questions that I

answer – I watch the table shift

again –new family constellations

bright eyed well loved welcomed

children and love and laughter -

and the same questions asked -

and answered and crystal clinks

and laughtered songs and sand

slips and shifts and slips and shifts

the glimmer of the sepia shimmer

always moving all in the past un-
known but retold - pharaohs and infanticide
plagues and pyramids, parting seas and sacred
bushes - leaders, legends and legacy
injustice and resilience- exodus tumbling-
to tablets, smashed, castigated and
contrite, connected, walking through
sands of time the richness embraced the
walk continued - tasted again and again
in caves of inquisition -in the tortured
camps of death - the sands of time 

sifted shifted into the dance of a land,
into this land, onto these privileged lips -
through the sands of time
the legacy sweet as sipped wine…
unbreakable - unshakable - 

I walk the sands of time 

tonight at a table for 

two –
hundreds of hundreds of thousands -

walking through shifting sand in-

to a promise....
the walk
continues

NaPoWriMo - Day 6. "Snowball Summers" flower poem

Hydrangea Free Stock Photo - Public Domain Pictures

Snowball Summers  

I called my grandmother
Mother -because she had
been too young to be a
grandmother - (though
later my own mother re-
vealed that she reviled
the rejection) -Mother's
hair was ebon pincurled
and at forty two she was
without qualm - setting
me, tiny granddaughter
free, alone - scrunching
in the wet perfume of her
snowball bushes- lush-
in that park of her back
yard - in that cool leafy
filagree-light darkness -
mystic wishes worthy
of any silvered grand-
mother floated all day
on hot summer breezes

NaPoWriMo - Day 17. Freud’s glossary of psychoanalytic terms - specialized dictionary

Sigmund Freud | Think Psychology

Freud’s glossary of psychoanalytic terms 

He lay there on my couch

the first fellow never knew

that the couch upon which 

he sprawled was purchased

with his long limbs in mind-

Never knew that he was my

First,whispering abreactions

in that small room – on that

new couch smelling of fresh

unworn leather and cathexis

our collective unconscious not

yet collected as, virgin analyst

sat stealing glances in a small

mirror strategically placed so

that I could watch my counter-

transference – exhale the con-

densation of the drive driven

dreams with which perhaps un-

known to him he stroked each

erotogenic zone along the length

of my earliest days censorship–

on high alert - alone with him 

as he lay there on my couch

my first of so very many – 

ego, id, super-sized-ego –

Mr. ____  _____  _____ -

the one that would never – 

could never ever be - 

forgotten. 

Morning -

Morning 

I stretch check a hole in 

my left sock - lost until

first sight this morning

when it lay on my chest

- testament to forget-ting

or phantasma .. pull it on

over my how-can-it- be

getting-old-foot,  shake

feathers from my head

left over from a night

of deep dreams and

rise to rattle into an-

other day 

NaPoWriMo - Day 6. "Chocolate Kisses" - Food Poem

They might as well have lips

into my parted lips

they insinuate one 

after the other in

a madness of un-

quenchable lust

until shining in 

silver slivered 

wrapping I lay

slightly sick 

certainly 

smiling 

NaPoWriMo - Day 5. "Linaria, Fairy Bouquet" Heirloom Seeds

Linaria, Fairy Bouquet

you float ferny 

delicate dancing

flitting gossamer

a fairied bouquet

tossed on the wind

NaPoWriMo- Day 4. "November" - the cruelest month

November 

raucous riot of color
crisp air - perhaps a
wafting toasted chest-
nut - crunching - bright
with a feast at its end -
all introduction to bare
iced march of winter
approaching on dead
legs

NaPoWriMo- Day 3. "Dear Younger Me" - fan letter

Dear Younger Me

I must take the opportunity
so granted to shower you
with gratitude for choosing
to take the plunge into those
aquamarine waters so very
long ago - when our belly
was flat and our horizons
endless.  I must take this
opportunity to tell you that
as you knew with such -
certitude and attitude - that
was the absolute correct
moment to inhale the frangipani
air and float into years of sailing
on crystal waters - You changed
our lives - with your twenty- year
old wisdom - carpe dieming our
soul sealed with possibility for-
ever

Thank you
Older Me...

NaPoWriMo- Day 1. 4 Lunes (2 Kelly - 2 Collum) Lune ...

~
there out the window
on a branch
harbinger of spring

~
you calling to me
screechingly
scraping my heart raw

~
in the whispered wind
I hear you
calling softly 'Come'

~
she sat in the rain
sopping summer dress
drying her tears
~

NaPoWriMo- Day 2. - "Family Portrait" - family portrait

Family Portrait*

In miniature now

down to only two
that count - an we
not related by blood
except for the warfare
of the heart that ripped
all asunder and left us
to bleed and bandage
heal and love again
together.





*not quite autobiographical

NaPoWriMO - Day 11 - "Oliver" - object and ending

Oliver

cat persons say he chose us

at five weeks – puff of coal

at the doorstep in the rain

pouring – we were German

Shepherd people – and all

the shepherds had gone to

their elysian fields –leaving

us free to Kerouac it any-

time we chose – cat persons

say he chose us five years

ago – slid into our lives as an-

other person an interesting

roomie – with no ostensible

bad habits – no dropped fur

scratching, meowing, lap-

sitting or drooling – aware

of anything out of place –

an errant fleck of paper

a drop of water fallen to

the floor – a chair turned

slightly more left or right –

all such caused that stare

my father’s eyes returned to me.

NaPoWriMo 2016 - Day 12 - "Index - Free Association - Abyssinian Love " Index Poem

Free Association – Abyssinian Love

Abyssinian – the kind of cat I imagined would recline on my chest purring.

Argument      began as an offhanded remark about feline similarities

Bonded         intertwined this sudden sense of connection

Blended        as smooth cream

Capucian      on the screen a small screech of an infant primate

Cappuccino foolishly connecting a vision of cinammoned foam  

Desperate    reaching for the kindred connection

Deliberate   arch of the spine and opening of the eye

Edifying      gleaning that the glint that was – no longer beckons

Egregious   this long lasted now comrade union of two

Frankly       fed up with the one who is more me than myself

Fantastic     that decades have piled onto one another a

Golem         shadow of the two who clutched at each other

Gorgeous    in lush, lusty, loving

Hilarity        rolling from lips and hips

Horrific        the thought that ever it would different

Idiosyncratic this love we agreed

Inane          and innocent this certainty of endless delight

Justifiy        that all eventually come to this point

Juxtapose  an overlay of two slim nudes over two bundled

Kite            that sweet red silk flying in a blue sky out the window

Kettle          that copper whistle blowing ready

Lithe           the sinuous stretch of the cat

Lucid          suddenly clear

Manic       need for the past vanished

Mechanism of love clicking solidly and sheerly lovely

Negligee      of our dance

Nightmare   away from the terror of isolation

Odious        the thought of the other gone

Oxymoron   smile at this contradiction of love the one you wish gone

Pearlescent patina shimmers in natural light

Perilous      that now passed desire to examine   

Quixotic      our converged coupledom

Queenly      my image reflected in those eyes

Riesling       sparkling in the crystal glass

Risen          those for a moment flagging spirit

Succubus    within receding, melting in the warmth

Succulent    the decades piled one upon the other

Treacherous pulling apart the years, to minutes of now

Truculent     never in the fading light

Undulating   that cat within and across the room

Universal     slinking, sashaying, jump

Vacuous     no longer in the appreciation of the absence of

Vitriol          never part of the conversation or connection 

Winsome    laying there on the couch

Wisp           of aquamarine tropical shores floating nude

Xanthous     daisies dotting deep green field

Xylophone   chimes in the clear crisp air

Yesterday   a song, a dance, a love

Yucca         succulent

Zen             serene

Zodiac         impossible, magic, mystic, as the eye of an Abyssian – us