Showing posts with label break. Show all posts
Showing posts with label break. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 22, 2022

Pres(s)her



All Things fracture where

fragile pressure placed

care-fully

just so

we know

Better

held in a place

of mending.

Painting by Harry Willson Watrous, 'The broken vase' c. 1900 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

Sunday, March 3, 2019

De-hydration


There was I,
sitting atop the toilet seat after dark,
clutching the stemless wineglass with ice,
melting and prickling my fingertips with cold
beads expelled in an attempt at temperature
regulation.

My heart stomps and fills my ear
with an exasperated scream
about how hard it is to move
all this blood
to and from.

I do not drink wine,
my drink is called Karma,
its supposed to aid
digestion, I digress,
waiting in the mid-night
beads roll down my temple
and I shatter atop the frozen tiles
Waiting
as my Karma becomes diluted.


Painting by Sebastian Stoskopff [Public domain].


Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Thor's day


Lightning likes it when we reach up to touch the sky.
And, grounded as we are
lucky in keeping our electricity contained 
and kept a safe distance from the epicenter or eye
It is miraculous we survive, sometimes, like a flash-
in the way that it is so unexpected, sudden
and unbelievable-until it occurs to you. 
Miraculum, as in the object of wonder.

It happened to me on a Thursday in February, 
just past the noon hour.
I was punched in the chest-
windswept out with words-choking on this
wonder-full revelation.

Desperately I tried to grasp my breath 
midair and stuff it back in where it stings 
and has been so hollow
and in wrestling with this 
it may have sounded like crying or rain.
But the dam lids overflowed 
and I struggled to compose a normal sound

while my son grabs a beverage from the fridge behind me, 
I exhale-steadily
as if blowing out a wish.

It was a video I was supposed to watch, assigned, as in destiny.
The woman spoke of her life, nothing like mine. 
Then she spoke of suicide and asked why, why, why-
she was not asking for forgiveness.
She traded her story with a Buddhist, 
the words he chose to frame her parable were:
"You chose Them", I coughed, she repeated, “you Chose them.”
The accusation blinding, hence the tears we blinked back.
It changes Here.

Where things are twisted 
around & 
you break the descending karmic chain
and begin Free fall.

This is when my heart plummeted like lead into my pelvis,
my rib cage closed, and I gasped one last deep breath
before being born once again
on a Thursday in February.

“This is the miracle that happens every tie to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.” 
-Rainer Maria Rilke
         “Everybody holds the possibility of a miracle.” 
-Elizabeth David 
 “I’ve never seen a greater monster or miracle than myself.” 
-Michel de Maontaigne



Painting by MÃ¥rten Eskil Winge (1825-1896), 'Thor's Battle' in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Disillusionment


I am here.

And now, I begin, again,
With space and commas, breath and white
And see clearly how obsessed
With spacetime and specifics
With Here and Now-
I have been…
Have virtually
Erased all presence
Of mind
Or need for then,
Than,
I have made sense with time,
Grown with space
A sense of place
Within the hour,
Finds me.
I knew words,
I said it all
And after all this
Was settled

It dissolved…





Painting By William R. Leigh (born Falling Waters, WV 1866 - died New York City 1955) – Artist (American) Born in Falling Waters, West Virginia. Dead in New York, New York. Details of artist on Google Art Project [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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