photo courtesy of Earthship Biotecture |
spun around
denim blue
sky over sea
god's little sister
is quite a handsome woman
like george washington's
wednesday afternoon
confessorshe's got a way of gettin'
to the honest parts
of you
"don't coddle your intentions
for too long ,child
they gotta way of
lockin' up your insides
if they ain't been sent
right to work"
my words and fingers rise and fall
over lazy beer bottle circles
over lazy beer bottle circles
celia weeds her garden.
i want to let go and believe
i want to belong to a world
outside of myself
i want to let go and believe
i want to belong to a world
outside of myself
Rene ~ May 2011
this is lovely...i would not mind a long talk drink of that doorway...sounds like a wise woman...you ever had something try to crawl out from inside you, its nasty business...
ReplyDeleteoh yeah, i think i know her. i wanna believe, too!
ReplyDeleteWhat an innovative and original piece - captured my imagination.
ReplyDeleteWise, she is...
ReplyDeleteThose last two lines hit me right in the gut. They define the problem quite nicely :)
So lovely - home truths!
ReplyDeleteNike was right...just do it!
ReplyDeleteI have NO idea what this poem is about, but I love the quote stanza. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Casey
That photo reminds me of Arizona. Especially with the old tire in the background. Lovely poetry, Rene.
ReplyDeleteLovely weave of truths here ... such truth in the notion that following one's bliss threads our way out into the world. inside, they just go gnarly. St. Thomas put it differently, but Celia would agree: "If you bring out what is inside you, what you bring out will save you. If you fail to bring out what is inside you, what you fail to bring out will destroy you." Listen to god's little sister. (P.S., I just got back from a weekend at the beach, and my head is still between sea and sky...mmmm) - Brendan
ReplyDeleteA little romance, spice, and mystery
ReplyDeleteahh nice
what a great image you brought to the forefront
thanks for sharing with One Shot
I believe that the simplest things are what save us, and also help us come to terms with the complex ones--perhaps even understand them in time, like god's little sister seems to do here. Enjoyed it, Rene.
ReplyDeleteAmen to what Hedgy said.
ReplyDeleteThere was something really soothing and pleasant about this poem.. and I clung to that feeling till the very last word..
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful poem, Rene..
What a scintilating piece. Fabulous... gentle, soothing, promising, yet stirs the depths with longing to find that quiet moment of pure appreciation. Wonderfully shared.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Rene. Your poem reminded me of an extraordinary woman I knew. Amazing how poetry can conjure up thoughts in the reader that might be completely unrelated to those of the poet.
ReplyDeleteI realize more and more that the weeds in my garden-- I planted them myself.
ReplyDeleteThere is something for you at my blog, dearie.
ReplyDeleteAs Poets United reaches its first anniversary this coming week we want to thank you for your support. Over the past year we have grown to 250 members plus and are steadily growing. Poets United is proud to have you as one of our members and look forward to another successful year. You imagination, creativity and willingness to share with us is what makes our community such a wonderful place. Thank you for beautiful poetry and thank you for being a part of Poets United.
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