I'm fifteen darkwater dreaming or drowning
adrift and alone on the ocean of the bathroom floor
tossed on tidal waves of pain pearled with perspiration
a clattering clutch of shells contracting
shingle shushing stifled shrieks
the shucked shell of my womb
emptying like an oyster snared
by umbilicals of seaweed Far away
hazy-faint through saltwater mists I see
a little pearl glistening floating and rocking in red sea
I'm all at sea without anchor on tides a boat floating free
seeking a mooring in the harbour of the doctor's consulting room
her voice a deep dive anchoring me with subtle sympathy
through muffled underwater sounds sea-shadowy fog shawling me
I want to tell her about the dream submerged stories of a tiny pearl
maroon-mangled and foam-spangled slipping slowly from me
into scarlet sea drifting away sinking to darkwater depths
Driving home my mother's rings clink like shells against the steering wheel
and a shaming sea of silence fills the car pretty shells shucked and shocked
Categories:
shawling, baby, loss, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
There lives a touch of the Divine inside my soul tonight
and as I surrender to its peaceful ways I begin to awaken gently
I am a wayward soul in need of Godlike essence,
a Seraphic beauty that unties with every silent prayer.
My heart allows the inner flow of the Divine to intervene,
as scented thoughts penetrate and perfuse, I meet my Divine
muse;
In this quiet paradise for one I am connected to all beings
and all beings are connected to me, through love.
Tonight the incense shall burn inside this ancient kiln
"Yarim Tepe"... softening the edges of my emotions,
like a Divine emollient, and turning me to softer shadows;
The sound of inner peace shawling, I breathe
and as the soul meets the night, my dreams take flight
In this Divine journey of discovery, I am content
to co-exist, aside its beautiful liquid golden light.
Categories:
shawling, analogy, meaningful,
Form: Narrative
I wish you were an echo
of the voice within my heart
Repeating drumming love-notes
Calling me softly from afar.
I wish you were my shadow
Playing Hide and Seek
Shaping my every curve
in the heated night of sleep.
Chasing me till sunrise
by little candle-lights
Gently leaning closer
Always by my side.
I wish you were the sky-dusk
to wrap within your stars
Those blinking crystal flowers
will show me where you are.
I wish you were my hair
Unpinned and falling loose
Shawling my bare shoulders
Warming my dusty blues.
I wish you were my perfume
to wear you against my skin
to feel your dripping dew
of a rose melting within.
I'd smell your fragrant scent
Of Spring first blooming buds
I curl beneath my sheets
Making their whiteness blush.
I wish you were my eyes
to ask you what you see
You'll read the ache of absence
written all over me.
And then maybe you' d come back
Will you return to be ?
I will be waiting for you
Your presence sets me free.
If only you could find me
Hold me tight sweet tenderly.
Place your arms around my waist
A display of affection,fervent intimacy.
Categories:
shawling, absence, feelings,
Form: Free verse