O bloodied branch, femoral
artery feeding lusty
lies, if self is emptied out
(radical transfusion), might
your stump become a tree of
Life for me? Might skin, peeling,
bare veins which would bleed, not for
egocentric comforts or
satisfaction in single
dose, but multiplied networks,
capillaries of comfort
and compassion? Let leeches
drain decomposition, let
radical revolution
leak Love radically spilled,
in living outside the lines.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Some great imagery here, Melody.
Hi Melody 🙂
I love the photo & the color of the leaf!
And – I always like to see what you come up with for your poetry.
I’m determined to use up all of my fall colour photos – we’ve had snow for at least a week, and no sign of it disappearing. grrrr (Or do I mean ‘brrrr’?)
We had our first snow fall already too. But – today – – a touch of global warming. It was quite warm & we had tornados in the area. Looks like cold is on its way though. The temps have dropped a good 20 degrees within the past few hours.
Brrr. It has begun….
It sounds appealing to be radically living outside the lines but it may not be safe.
You’ve got me there! Balance, again, I think – and how to strike the healthy balance? Much more difficult than meets the eye, I’m sure. I was thinking more about living outside of self, living more radically for others, making a difference – and doing the unexpected to gain a new result. Never really lived there much myself – if I take the plunge, I’ll let you know! 🙂
Sounds like you’re half way there:)
Loved this! 🙂
Thank you!!
Rare coalition that both because of blood we become carnal, and then, spiritually alive through His blood!
The irony, the irony… lovely thoughts, Debbie!