I awoke
And remembered
All that could have been said
And held
Onto the gift
That lay next to me
For I was lucky
To share
A breath amongst
Wild flowers and grasses
With a lifeline
That lifted
To let the sun
Begin.
Tag: lifeline
Care For Me (day 2729)
Care for me like ivy
As you wrap me up so tight;
With breath of a lifeline
Cluster me with your vine.
I want you to be my density
Like an old growth forest can be,
All the answers
Hidden deep within
Ferns and polypores.
Care for me like a decaying log,
Moss and mycelium,
Delicately tend to my inner workings
Sunlight of my offspring
To rise up high again
Jubilant in blossom.
Save Me From Getting Old (day 2472)
Save me from getting old
Your fingers forever a sacred chalice
To which my lifeline shall be caught
As I freely let
Unto the fingers that touch me so.
I shall not shy away
From this touch you lay upon
Skin so stretched as leaves turn gold
Save me from getting old.
A Leaf (day 2188)
Today I watched a vine unravel it’s spine
From around a savory leaf
It lightly lay it’s beating pulse
Upon a trembling leaf
And smiled as it moved up and down
Like a fox on the prowl
I watched the leaf flaunt it’s curve
And bend into the pulse
To which the vine
Gave everything
To curl it’s furthest tip
Which lingered long
About delectably exposed veins
Sliding down to the delicate joint
That held the leaf to the branch
As a suckling lifeline,
And plucked the leaf to devour it.
Holding On (day 2165)
Lest it rest
I came along
Placed my hands
Your open heart
Made a sign
Opened wide
Balanced breath
Heaving chest
And a lifeline
Letting go
Just to be
Holding on.
Choir and Heart (day 1373)
Open your heart
And I shall remain in tune
As if high notes were my lifeline
Screamed out upon peaks of high.
Bring forth such fury,
Where all movement remains
Locked hand in hand
With a long winded choir.
Whistling (day 1065)
Today there is a sign,
A window of an opening
Whistling softly,
Dragging at my conscience.
I acknowledge it.
I sit cross-legged
To experience its frequencies
Reverberate my lifeline.
This lesson is wordless,
Perched upon low hanging ledges
Of spring’s naked birch trees.
I imagine smoke
Wafting its sacred essence.
And my peace and gratitude
Flows mingling with the wind,
Vibrating to wordless words
Whistling through my conscience.
Hemoglobin (day 1021)
Don’t purchase my love;
I want you to bleed.
I want you to lay down
And sacrifice everything,
A pure devotion
Of unrelenting desire.
A life long pursuit
Of fear and anger
And joy and jubilee
And blood.
I want you to bleed.
And for me to feed
The ever increasing need
Of hemoglobin
With my raw and carnal instinct,
So omnipresent
That you shall become me.
And I will be your lifeline.
Flacid (day 927)
Miserable, sky is draining
Clouds of darkness filling my soul
Unending clanging
Reverberating through my ears
Running around
Lost causes
Endlessly turning in circles
Drained of lifeline
Empty of blood
Flacid
Dead Leaves (day 847)
Strolls through the park now are filled with dead leaves
Dead leaves float down from shifting canopies
Deciduous trees slowly sway with mother earths soothing motion
Dead leaves blanket soiled paths laid through summer
A softening, deadening all sounds of scraping dirt
But shuffling along as I push forward
Dead leaves dance with discarded cones
Tossed away in haste during a squirrels preparation
Dead leaves share with me a full spectrum of browns
Reds, oranges, greens, purples, blacks
As they run the test of time separated from their lifeline
Dead leaves tell of turning seasons
Lazy summer indulging into autumns necessary storage
And clear nights turning into frosts morning
Dead leaves share with me the art of romance
Harmony in age
Holding hands with Mother Nature
As she guides the procession forward
