some other spring: a new year's retrospective
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my 2011 attempt at national poetry writing month (napowrimo). originally published on "writing from the seat of bliss" (blogspot).TRANSCRIPT
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some other spring
.:. a new year’s retrospective .:.
~~
omi
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“Some Other Spring”
Billie Holiday & Her Orchestra 1
Some other spring
I'll try to loveNow I still cling
To faded blossoms
Fresh from worn
Left crushed and torn
Like the love affair I mourn
Some other spring
When twilight falls
Will the night bringAnother to me?
Not your kind
But let me find
It's not true that love is blind
Sunshine's around me
But deep in my heart it's cold as ice
Love, once you've found me
But can that story unfold twice?Some other spring
Will my heart awake?
Stirring to sing
Love's magic music
Then forget the old duet
Love in some other spring…
1 http://youtu.be/BMPlKAJa6io
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introduction
this is the result of my april 2011 napowrimo attempt, initially published at writing from the seat of
bliss 2006-2013.2
on the eve of 2015, i am experimenting yet again. releasing the old; making way for the future.
12.31.2014
9:50pm
2 several pieces have been (minimally) edited for style and clarity.
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beginning
the opening
is difficult.
the violent but necessary splitting
pushes me into the world
i want to say, “stop…”
but cannot.
this is mother's wisdom.
it is time.
i have to let it be time...
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bembe
a dream sequence
bare altars,
rivers of yellow and blue cloth
topped with elaborate soperas
stare back, beckoning.
i reach for them when no one is looking.
the sink is full of dishes
i say i intend to wash;
a sheetcake awaits decoration
i already see finished.
this will be an interesting party.
i keep falling asleep in a small room
where at least three other people
are waking up.
why did i think i was alone?
spain lilts on their tongues
but i am still myself.
who invited me here?
the last time i struggle to wake,
my eyes don't work;
i know the dream is ending.
gratitude for the message
is nearly eclipsed by my confusion.
the ever-winding path
of my ancestors
gets longer with each vision.
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haikunapowrimo #3
sleeping my way through
weekends, bracing for the week.
fair exchange? not sure.
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untitled / stream of consciousness
grateful for challenge,
expansion.
new eyes
guiding new handsinto
soul journeys.
feeding purpose,
gathering strength.
listening for messages
in ordinary rhythms.
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overdrawn
i go insane / crazy sometimes / tryin to keep you from losin your mind... 3
my love
has never saved you
from yourself.
i gave up the saving,
but never the loving.
open your eyes / see what's in front of your face / save me my...
save me...
just save...me.
forget about the tears.
i've already shed
an ocean's worth,
and i'm not done.
i shoulda
been bought stock in kleenex
foolin wit yo ass...
was i a fool?
will we ever
get this right,
or are we destined
to silently scream
into magic mirrors,
praying one day
we won't hear each other
...knowing
we always will?
save me my...
3 italicized text are lyrics from Maxwell's " Fistful of Tears"
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melancholy herb garden musings
watching seedlings emerge from dark soil
i wonder what their growth
will say about my own.
do my flowers lean because i'm unsure?
does the basil droop when i'm sad?
i know they need more heat, sunshine
but i can't rush a cool, reluctant spring.
even as trees bloom and daffodils wave;
it's a harder year for those
relegated to the hands of amateur, indoor gardeners.
i remain open to their teachings
as they reveal themselves to me,
praying for a patio
overflowing with expressions of care
and not the forlorn corner of misfit pots
i left at my old apartment.
i don't know why this came out sounding so forlorn. actually, most of my nascent plants are doing fairly well. just this
morning i saw a chamomile seedling starting to emerge…
original notation, 4.6.2011
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spin cycle
once again i find myself
scattered to the 50-11 winds
wanting to be 5 places and
do 10 things
at once...
but, for now,
i have hours i'm relegated to work
and hours i'm not.
keeping them straight
is a(n) (arbitrary) priority.
i struggle with calendars
and other piscean torture devices,
smushing food and (real) life
somewhere in the middle.
wild ideascrash into walls
and deadlines...
even my dreams are rambling.
overwhelm
leads to blame and shame:
"you know this is what happens
when you let yourself out to play!
it's altogether too confusing, too consuming!
grow up. focus.
get yourself together, girl.
stop dreaming all the time!
where's it gonna get you?"
that nasty voice
the constant fight
between soul-work
and what needs to happen
to put food on the table.
then, oblivious to my confusion and dissonance,
a cycle shifts.
sense is made.
pieces fall into placewith a word
an image
or flash of inspiration.
and so, i begin again:
laser-focused,
until next time...
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the brokenhearted qadishtu4
who heals the healer when she breaks?
they say the wives envy us.
well, i envy the wives.
all this sacrifice, morphing our bodies into shrines;
enduring the glares of the so-called civilized...
for what?
we appease a spirit we never see.
well...no...i have seen Her.
once, the radiance of Her smile
saturated my dreams,
granting gifts.
but now
i'm not so sure
this isn't just an elaborate farce.
i believed...
before he came.
a beautiful man with Her sweet smile
and sad eyes
he begged for help,
weeping on the hem of my skirt.
my heart filled,
as it always did with sincere seekers.
for months, i cradled and taught him;
raised his energy, fed his soul...
all so he could plant a seed
in his wife's womb.
he spoke of her often.
(the only words of his i ignored )
i used every trick i knew—
and some i said i never would—
but his heart stayed with her
(no matter what his body said to me)
and when it was time,
he left,
shining.
i was fine in my denial,
‘til the day his woman entered the sanctuary,
resplendent with new life….
4 definition
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daring...to… give...thanks.
i promptly destroyed my rooms,
and would have gone for the altar,
but i wasn't completely mad
...yet.
i contented myself
with demolishing the last alabaster jar.
why was my love only meant
for the intangible,
the unseen?
what is my reward?
where is my solace?
desperate,
i ran to the sea, and wept.
She pulsed,
but remained silent.
where were Her abundant arms?
in Her infinite mercy,
why didn't She swallow me?
there was
no
answer.
then my heart shattered,
magic turned against me...
i lost all my senses;
the light of Her love went out.
my prayers became empty ministrations;
blessings, vapid.
i will remain faithless
for the rest of my days.
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why I write sad poemstriple tanka
in self defense, a
broken 16 year old sought
meaning in her pain;
a struggle to become whole
after the splitting apart.
later, rebelling
against misplaced love and rage,
poems became condensed
emotion; ways to speak my
soul in small, unsafe spaces.
as healing flows, the
habit remains. poems, my blue
train; slow burn jazz riffs
contrasted with life's joy. sad
poet with a blissful heart.
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thieffor beni
he's convinced
i'm made of honey and
sneaks into my dreams
to grab sticky kissesand handfuls of flesh.
waking,
he snatches breath, speech
with quick hands and tongue;
the soft, sweet mouth
renders me helpless.
no need
to hurt me...
take what you want.
i'm yours.
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sex
auburn topped
blackberry triangle
framing fluttery petals
tasty, textured wonder
love incarnate.
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blah
fatigue and grumbling
tummies make for listless poems.
tomorrow, hope floats.
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untitlednapowrimo #13
help me
wail
cry
gnash my teeth
let it out
i gotta tell somebody.
i don't give a damn about my throat
i'd rather lose my mind.
can't
breathe
helpi
i am
sliding down a wall
no man made
the floor
is far away
like you
by some twist of fate
(possibly several)
you're not mine...
centuries old conversations
assault my ears
before i know it
i'm thrashing around
shaking them off...
and all you've doneis say, “hello…”
and ask how i'm doing.
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in a name
a gray fortress
by the sea,
with a garden of hollies
and a garden by the pool.
merciful waters
wind their way home.
born in honor
full of prayer
and grace.
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costume change
home means
wrapping myself in a sarong;
moonstone beads hanging
between warm breasts.
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hospital waiting room
bodies succumb while
the spirit remains high: a
prescription for joy.
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ecosystem
if, as he said,
women are like ecosystems,
i'd be tropical:
volcanic island,black sand greeting cerulean sea;
green trees bearing greener coconuts
populated with beautiful people
and brilliantly colored birds.
everything about me
would inspire life, love,
gratitude to spirits and ancestors
for having the good graces
to be incarnated here.
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pet
my only "child"
is a fussy black tomcat
full of
various and sundry meows
and huggish head butts.
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artistryfor mama beah
limitless black beauty
so often shoved into
a pigeon's place
left to rotunder false representations
and sexless muumuus.
but we know better.
we understand
the luminosity
and depth
of brown.
we know the origins
of our ochre, cream and saffron highlights
can trace the lineage
of the untamed strut
carried by heads held high.
and we know you.
we know
your envy
can maim,
but it cannot kill.
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untitled / incompletenapowrimo #20
trees
don't fall down
in a breeze.
i was fine
until you cried.
sap-tears run down my arms,
too sticky for kleenex.
i'll have to bathe
in the river
to wash away your sorrow.
womanlove
doesn't repair
roots
bark
or branches...
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lost signalfor twin flames & linked destinies
a lovesick morning
punctuated by
cool clouds
and
we're on that
universal telephone again,
struggling to connect
across crossed stars...
i've grown tired of seeking reasons
for this lifetime's meeting;
what i need
is a balm
for your absence.
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untitlednapowrimo #22
i've been
one of those women
weeping in your arms
helpless againstyour particular enchantment...
but, in the end,
your ice
cooled my core.
you could
listen,
lust after,
but not love.
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sistaa tanka
mami wata hair,
knotty like tree roots. lagoon
eyes—black—reflect your
image, not color. she isproof: beauty's diversity.
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mercury retrograde
retrograde shatters
illusions; we make room for
new realities.
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something sweet
bathed
in lover's honey,
waiting
for warm moments
to crash over melike ocean waves.
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untitled haikunapowrimo #26
inspiration's short,
but sleep is long. the struggle
continues. four days.
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living deliciously
i don't know if i can explain
the many ways pleasure
has saved me.
this is not a treatiseon hedonism or naïveté;
pleasure permeates
every breath,
begging for conscious inhalation.
it is inviting the sun
to play in your skin.
it is loving
children
flowers
and music.
flavors and
scents
of food.
it is dancing
for no reason at all,
anywhere at all
...even while sitting still.
or,
simply
smiling sweetly
at myself
(or a lover)
in the morning.
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spring
the earth
offers her gifts,
sending visions
of fragrant,
growinggreen things.
who am i
to refuse?