Plant it in your tongue

Are you trying to figure out what
you learned?
   from this past year?
Are you trying to carve out
your takeaways?
As if to memorialize yourself this
moment as a statue hewn
& chipped and shaped-by
what was taken away?
Or are you adding it up by what
you put on... like a sweater
on a spring day
    when the birds taunt the
cat through your open window?
    and it's nice but the breeze feels a little cool
      and empty.
      Are you trying to smooth the rough
      edges? Are you grinding them
   down    or    subduing them like
your hand rubbing over the wrinkles on 
      your bedspread.

  However you shape them,
      call them out.
    Let their workings find their
way into 
     your fingertips.
      Stop being quiet about
     taking and wanting and
      asking for what you need 
        from it!
   Plant it in your tongue.

Reach covers the un-

Sesame and sandalwood glow

Jesus I am stuck in silence sometimes

But hold onto me cuz my cumulus soil is gonna shine green

For my reach covers the un- in unnameable

This poem is in response to the NaPoWroMo Day Three prompt which was to create poem from your own Personal Universal Deck, a tool originated by poet and playwright, Michael McClure. I confess I did not adhere to his rules and found it especially hard to limit to only one abstraction – Guess I’m a concrete rebel! Maybe I will make another deck and try to follow all the rules..? Here are the rules in case you want to try for yourself.

Back to the road less taken

The first poem I wrote on April 1st, 2021 was sometime past midnight and I was drunk. My handwriting was so sprawling that I can barely make it out.
Now let me be clear, the last time previous to this that I can remember being drunk like that – I mean the kind of drunk where you reach for the hallway wall and openly proclaim, “Shit, I’m drunk!” was almost 30 years ago.
These days I explore my road less taken. It has been there all along. I’ve cleared back some of the overgrowth and I find wonder there.
I feel maybe I’m on a quest!
A quest to love myself
Honestly
Openly
Passionately
Freely
To speak my beautiful Given truth that’s not even mine but speaks through me
And if that means getting drunk once every 30 years or so and laughing and writing about this moment on this adventure,
Then cheers to the road ahead!

My response to NaPoWriMo poetry prompt Day Two

Love is not convenient

It is anticipated, expected and hoped for
But it bursts in without regard for plans
It does not excuse itself for disrupting whole lives
With its bold beauty,
Bonds of perfection, sweet
mercy, warm touch and
tears of both Joy and Sadness

Love is not convenient
It comes unexpectedly
It pulls me out of my skin
and back in
again
I’m gonna put it on

and it’s so good

How did we get to

sending each other songs in French

with words like D’ifinies vendanges

and Des perles de pluie?

Has it been a short time or such a tres, tres longtemps?

To be honest it scares the hell out of me

and yet I am back riding in the seat of a fast car

next to you.

Playlist

My eyes pop open at
2:23AM and thoughts of you
fill me.

I make a playlist of the
songs we’ve shared.

Add a few more that
I still want to give you.

I listen & all the notes are sweeter.

They fill me and
push all that was once
salty and dry
flowing like rivers
of healing from
the corners of my
eyes and soften the edges
of my soul.