Subspace Triptych

descent:

crack!
sear sting
oh…
shocked into clarity
sharp edged relief of now
laid bare on a tempest

slick satin slides
catches my wrists
pulls up
pulls tight
paradigm shift 
into controlessness

now bleeds into forever
the lash polishes beauty

breathe, baby
shallow and slow
pulse under fingertips

my tensile strength
stretch tested
stripped to basic need
growl groan glissando
snap crackle pop


exploration:

intellectual understanding withers in the flare of experiential wisdom. 
to be willingly splayed to the whim of Fate is freedom.

how many times have you seen your true self?
do you look away from your flaws, your deep secrets?
hidden in your safe, little boundaries, do you wonder about the depth of your perceptions?

the life of the mind, sliced loose from so called reality, lunges into the unknown with a
will.

how far back does the cave go?



surfacing: 

it begins to creep in
the blade of lamplight
the spinning fan
the cool, damp pillow

flutterblink and sigh
stretch against the wondrous ache, a souvenir
downsplashed again on a tragically mistaken world

color dims as soul sight recedes
sound unlayers and sinks to mere noise
muted and glaring, life awaits reentrance

oh, fine. 
if I must…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Campbell Avatar
March 31, 2010 at 9:51 AM
I am so impressed with these, we seem to have fairly similar styles. (To be honest, I get bored easily with 'traditional' poems, so your freshness in thought and words, words that are blatantly expressive make these works quite intense)!
Brown Avatar
March 24, 2010 at 9:12 AM
I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Shelli. Thank you for sharing it. Hoping you have a wonderful day filled with inspiration. Love, Carol
Mcclaran Avatar
March 23, 2010 at 7:05 PM
it's lovely to find a kindred spirit, such a rare and wondrous thing. it was actually reading your work that gave me the boldness to post this. i am delighted you enjoyed it.
Wakefield Avatar
March 23, 2010 at 6:59 PM
Thank you so much for your comment. I am equally enthralled by your work. This in particular is incredible. My good lady, may a chorus of angels sing you too sleep.
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