Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Little One, I Knew You'd Come

little one,
I knew you’d come
falling through blackness
thrums of voices
singing your ethereal welcome
in languages prime and present
unknown of origin whispers of hope
knit by the hands
of the divine glass blower
who, from lips gave birth
to this dead and dying world
and so too birthed you
from the lips that spoke, let there be
through woman’s womb
into a world in need
of the purity your fresh mind brings
with etches of eternity
still fresh upon your skin
little one,
I knew you’d come
into brokenness of flesh
divine soul from the maker
to be a vessel
of personality and passion
of love and the lightness of being
you are loved little one,
from before the time of your conception
thoughts of you
in the mind of God
his lips uttered your name into being,
come, little one,
come, quietly into this night
come, little one,
come, boldly into this day
come, little one,
come, gently into breathing
come, little one,
walk among the leaves
grow into being
and live your dream

This poem was inspired by my new baby niece or nephew due to arrive any day. May her welcome into this world be blessed. I'm already a proud Auntie. I love you little one! 

Linking up with DVersePohttp://dversepoets.com/etsPub for Open Link Night #50. Write on dear ones. I'll see you around the blogsphere. 

Tuesday, June 19, 2012


we were all legs and poetry
words and wandering hands
arched bodies over blackness

I need an injection
to restore me from
life-loss lamentations

unusually beautiful
with naked words
you spoke me into blindness

with sable tongue
you textured vibrance
onto my white-walled enclosure

with darkness of touch you
thrust me into oblivion

I can’t breathe
except to inhale you
I can’t speak
except to hide your name in words

eyelashes flick
the tear stained
remembrance of your face

loving is the obscene
act that implodes a soul

whispers that cradle marrow
in the fullness of a moment
we were alive, and we knew it
we were awake, and we felt it
we were one, and we became it

insatiability of the heart
and how we remain
a marriage of want and furry

still alive inside,
creeping through thoughts
and echoed suggestions
pulling strings of conscious
thought into visible light

I am here, they say
I am substantial
I am important
I am beautiful

I look to you
in the mirror of your eye
and respond
Yes... yes
we are,
we are

become again with me
the definition of wholeness
a tangled union of words and arms
birthing creatures of light
into the spaces between

Another absence but thankful to be linking up, and in many ways coming home to Open Link Night @dVerse Poet's Pub. Spread the word tonight, we are waiting, word hungry and poetically proliferate. Join us, won't you?