PAD DAY 8 - Sonlighted - Urbanot

Urbanot

I took you while you
were but a filament
of thought blowing
through my mind
took you from the
thrum of car and
boundless energy
of millions of souls
quickly walking
cement pavement
I took you my
intrepid filament
to the turquoise sea
to white spun sugar
sand to shine your
manifested light –
born to verdant calm
of frangipani night –
sacred held against
my bursting breasts as
hummingbirds whirled
sipping sugar
as each day a
splendid sigh
unfurled
unurbuned

APRIL PAD CHALLENGE - Day 2. - He Said / She said

In August 

He said tucked in on immaculate linen
“When”
She said sitting on her knees on his bed
‘I don’t know”
He slept for a while
She curled next to him
put her hand under his
She sang Phantom’s – magic of the night
He said
“When”
She said “You know more about this than I”
He slept … she sang every song he had taught
her since she learned to speak … she combed
cologne through his hair – to kill the scent of
rotted apricots … He said … “Hope after a lifetime
you’re not waiting for last words ”
She didn’t need to say “No.”
She remembered the violin concerto he played for her
from a box of small red records … she heard the music –
he lifted his arms conducting in time with her rhythm
He didn’t need to ask ‘When”
as his hands fell folded on his chest
She didn’t need to say “Now Daddy.”
That’s just the way it is sometimes
If you’re both very very lucky in life,
in love, in leaving on a grace note …

April PAD Challenge - Day 2. He said. She said. (They said...)

They said...

He said, "Hello Mother, well we do need to talk about her."
She said, listening to his trembling voice "I am delighted."
He said, "I am not sure if I want to marry but will you love her?"
She said, "How can I love her if you do not know you want her?"
He said, "Mother, you are being difficult."
She said, her heart lurching -"Let us begin again."
He said  "Mother I never knew you to be this way."
She said "What way?"her voice filling-spilling tears.
He said,  "I always thought you'd be there for me."
She said, "I am."
He said, "It is just because you are not getting your own way."
She said, hearing an unknown coldness crack their air, "What way?"
He said,  "She said it would go like this - and I did not believe her."
She said,  "What way?"
She said,  "What way?"
He said, nothing at all.

PAD. Day 1. Foolish Poem - " Free Falling Fool"

Free Falling Fool

there I was the little girl
with the big dark eyes
an old soul they said
too grown for child-
hood games by age
four or five – finding
the very word ‘child’
insulting – being a
fool not for me –
foolishness just
that and pushed
to the side –
laughter polite
and preferably
behind a polite
hand – for there
was lush music
and boundless
books and art
and of course
laying flat on
hot pavement
watching an ant
make its way
carrying a crumb
important lessons
to be learned – I
saved foolishness
for now – as I free
fall into its swirl
hungry to eat
each welcome
mouthful with
a spoon now
that it and I
are properly
aged and
simply
delectable.

only to be read

only to be read...

written the name in the ripple of water -

in the pebbles in the hand of a small child

tossed skittering in the air ... written the

name in the phantoms melted in risen day-

light - filamented words floating as smoke 

across the face of the moon smiling - in the 

crooked limbs of the three who lead straight

to the shimmered Source of one and all - 

each and every - written the name - to read -

to be - to call out in the chorused clamor of 

connection collected in a common language 

of peace - of joy - of love - written the name ....

that needs no name ...

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com

Consigned to collapse - they stand

Starlight-Fangirl

Consigned to collapse – they stand

they stand – what were they -whirling

atoms - consigned somehow to those

particular bodies – they stand – con-

signed by the virulence of unholiest

hatred to the edge of collapse –some

to tumble over – they stand –some in

the soft dust of ash - some stumbling

through the finally opened gates –they

stand -some now flown to shine – star-

light in the sky – they return pushing

stones from their graves born to tell a

story that should have been but a tale

of caution – they stand strong and tall

their line circling this world – the Source

shining in the eyes of the newly born –

They stand – the cycle of self continues

their atoms inviolate and firm – perhaps

one or two floating off to still a hand lifted

in hatred – a heart aching in loss – they

stand behind us, with us, before us –

watching-

standing

They…

Oblivion

Oblivion  

game time over ... call in the small child -

darkness is falling - the ancient story spills-

errant sparks fly from the hearths as mothers

hold the ground in solid strength - there a soft

velvet child and then another spin away - the

Spirit shudders - defiant they soar on wings-

still-wet ... game time over - the mothers call

to each of their small spun sugar children now

soaring grown into their own amethyst dreams -

bon voyage ...

Oblivion 2 & 1

Oblivion 2.

"Play time is over" - calls mother to small child -

darkness tips ready to fall - she calls waiting for

a fast patter - soft arms flung about her her neck -

excited chatter - "Play time is over.  Come in -

the nearly navy night flicks sparks of last day-

light falling to ground a glint here and there her

voice leeching strength - Defiant, spirit rousing

she exhales, stands tall and calls into the empty 

now navied night -"Play time is over. Come in

now." In the marrow of her bones she knows - 

her child now gone grown - flown on velvet wings 

soaring in-to starlight - her small child joining all 

spun-sugar others sparkling molten light in night
She leans loose limbed against hearth, feet on ground
door unlocked - letting her eyes finally fall to story -
to the ancient amethyst dreams of mothers calling fast
vanished days of small soft children flown, grown gone...

Come

play

home

again...

The Sunday Whirl

... and on the previous day a different perspective ..from these whirling words...

Oblivion  1. 

game time over ... call in the small child -

darkness is falling - the ancient story spills-

errant sparks fly from the hearths as mothers

hold the ground in solid strength - there a soft

velvet child and then another spin away - the

Spirit shudders - defiant they soar on wings-

still-wet ... game time over - the mothers call

to each of their small spun sugar children now

soaring grown into their own amethyst dreams -

bon voyage ...

Re-group

Re-group

This is  the mystic magic of some mothers and some memories and the power of hibiscus blossoms

I recall the hibiscus blossom -

scarlet as you run to me through

the mist of years -there might as

well be the clear crystal chime 

of a bell when you jump into

my open arms and touch me 

with a scarlet blossom baby kiss - 

I feel the velvet of your cheek 

the reaching of dimpled hands 

for me - in that time of new bloom 

- no threat thrums for any in

this hibiscus- blossom world - 

From time to time  I cross to

this dream that is not a dream 

and once again stand in the 

vaccuumed space of time -

sunshined joy spilling...

enough 

to last

a life

time 

The Sunday Whirl

the slipping of silk

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the slipping of silk

cattle cars rumble on tracks of the past

washing up today’s toddlers in the tide

as too many stand still in silence waiting

for who-knows-what-when-how-or why -

to move them to speak

to move them to speak

as silence slips as silk ...

through a new generation
of frantic fingers grasping
for purchase - gasping for
air