Welcome to My World
This is my perpetual Imbroglio:
Not the way I choose in my heart and mind,
but what the Universe chooses my way to be.
Caring for others by nature, nurture,
Others. Not mine. My lot not a mother to be.
To solve, fix, repair human lives
Destroyed by neglect, absence, and lack of understanding.
But who shall fix me?
Art, painting, writing, acting
Carry me through each and every cloudy day,
like rays of sun shining through to warm me upon my widow seat;
Through the perfect storms and callous winters of my life--
unlike my troubled and complicated youth
(where lone deer ventured near to me to nibble red buttons from my shirt)
--while adult desire is left dormant.
Frozen forever like the image of wonder at the snow from my youth,
for both struck by lightning and Vertigo, no repose allowed.
Slowly I faded down shifting steps from my fortress to vulnerability.
Floors ran like rain puddles filled with bugs and leafs.
One Shining Fire-Rose
outward from it's strong stem.
Beautiful, complete . . . simple.
Ignorant screams of humanity
muffled . . . stinger removed,
As these Tender Petals fall over my ears.
Crisp false-spring air warmly caresses
The tired, hilly-faced child of yesterday.
Whipping through tattered garments
Like so many fallen petals
burned by tomorrow.
Azure sky at 60 degrees, more or less.
Alabaster wings to shelter.
Moon in Virgo, Sun in Sagittarius . . .
A stirring commences
Crystal clarity invades mid's eye.
Reality leaps to lepers as will.
Wondering how news affects those loved.
Clock-mask stills rapids to pond.
Romance to bloom forever.
Romantic beach. sun Sea. Alone.
Breezes wrap around like comfort food upon skin.
Tranquility seeps into soul like custard crumble.
Night extinguishes not light's pleasantry.
Surreal techno sounds emanate naturally here.
Frogs toot melodic ambiance from trees and shrubs
As mother turtles parade to undergrowth to lay eggs
for morning children to return to sea.
Time Vortex consumes reality
Leaving fog in-layered snow-globe scenes:
convex borders distorting view;
Analog slowing motion in kind,
Sending reeling images of mind.
Boiling water thrown into air
Hangs metamorphosed frozen silvery shards
Suddenly crystal crash harshly upon frigid ground
Like toccata chimes of stem ware upon marble floor.