Three Course Meal

frozen mango tango

 

pain steals in soft

frozen fangs

tempted by exposed underbelly

plated appetizer

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 pearly whites gnaw

masticate

savour slow the flesh of broken hearts

 main course destruction

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faith foamed and frothed

tenderized

redeems gnashed, broken ingredients

  becomes sweet dessert

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Lift

canopy

 

Unless I lift my lowered gaze,

I’ll miss the Beauty in my days –

Remain attached to lowly sod,

Where lowly caterpillars plod.

But if I lift my thoughts above,

Forever seek the path of love,

My heart will rise on golden wings,

Accomplishing much brighter things.

A Stand-Up Routine

pine tree

 

It will take more than a chiropractor

to straighten her out.

When life’s bones are this brittle, misaligned,

misplaced, walking with

a limp is the least of her worries. Her

backbone has been broken more times than she

can count; self-splinting

has bred tendons spliced to indifferent

saviours, treacherous

lovers bent on abandonment. Self-doubt

leaches confidence

as surely as osteoporosis

saps strength and posture;

she raises tentative fingers, branches

clawing heaven’s door,

straining against the scoliosis scars

to grasp a sliver

of the blue she’s always known she can reach

if she stands up tall.

 

 

As the Wheel Turns

yellow aspen (1)

 

And the colour wheel cranks out

its liturgy – opposites 

make the best bedfellows,

draw out the richest blooming.

.

So too this heart, when double

crushed, rises atmospheric

to negate the blow. So too 

this spirit, pinned to velvet

specimen case, dead carcass

to be pitied, inspected,

finds truest freedom within

its prison walls, flying high

above those who would take it

captive, coerce dignity,

boxing it in mere metal

and glass. Deepest pain reflects

truest beauty, once redeemed.

.

And the colour wheel cranks out

its curriculum – bluest 

skies display the purest gold.

 

To Be, or Not To Be?

looking up (1)

 

Be that to which others look up to attain,

Be something of value, of richness to gain;

Be someone who’s higher, above what’s below,

Be upright, authentic, and trump status quo.

Counterpoint

fallen leaves

 

There’s nothing remarkable

about giving Gravity

his way, nothing noteworthy

about this free-fall; no great

burden of excellence hangs

about the necks of the damned

as they rot in earthen graves.

.

Falling is too natural

to draw comments from the stands,

stumbling too easy to raise

an eyebrow or stir surprise.

So when she rose from the dead,

walked away from the compost

in her burnt orange platform

heels, she really stepped it up.

Ingesting Light

daisy-bright.jpg

 

Born in the darkest of alleyways,

she was laid in a box, in rags,

the body which expelled her

too cavernous in its own need

to hear her starving heart

break. Abandonment gets

in your DNA, they say –

cripples the soul, twists

the bloom  – but deep calls

to deep, innocent

instinct spawned in

unholy soil.  She raises

her head to the sun,

ingesting Light.