Sunday, November 11, 2007

After the Retreat

If you didn't make it to the writing retreat at Tamasag I hope to see you at the next one. I wrote for the first time since SI! Here are the "tiny poems" Megan suggested we try out. I think I'll do this with my students this week:)


Drained

Soul has fled body through

aura’s tiny chords.

Everybody wants you and so they steel

little pieces of love or disdain.

Then, they keep you.

Joyful

Sun’s magnanimous explosions slip

in unseen.

I am that essence.

Content

Tapioca-full belly

by the fire I am close

to dog and cat cuddles

in my lap.

Under me, earth.


This next one was inspired by the river. I love Tamasag!

Rooted

How a root can hold against water’s flow.

Rocks bunch together and sinew

straps of bush search out for nourishment

How a mother can hold against separation’s flow.

Children bunch together and sinew

straps of broken heart seek the word family.

How a house can hold against time’s flow.

Ghosts bunch together and sinew

straps of grief dig into graves.

1 comment:

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