release of what is not
was not
could not be
what is over
get down into the dirt
back to the earth heart
the worm core
that center place
where all things blossom
blue fungi blooms
around the heart wood
there is life inside of death
the spider creeping over white eyes
terrifies because it is so gentle
the way the rain is gentle
as it seeps into the mud
creating momentary sculptures
mud people first people
a frothing pulsing hot birth
bursting through the carapace.
It is not the birth we expected.
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- Kate T.W.
- I'm a theater director & writer, so there is a lot here about the artistic process. I'm a lover of the earth, an herbalist and have a meditative practice called Dancemeditation. But don't call me a hippie. I hate that. A favorite pastime is infecting people with a love of poetry, which has always been my wise parent, guardian, savior...
5 comments:
Penetrating. Tender. Loved it.
Thanks Bindu. I really enjoyed your latest post on this time of year, too.
I woke up on Halloween crying, sobbing really, not sure why. My broken heart has been healing, and it hurts as it does so.
“Tears are a river that takes you somewhere…Tears lift your boat off the rocks... carrying it downriver to someplace better.”~Clarissa P. Estes
Happy if my little poem could be of some use.
"the spider creeping over white eyes
terrifies because it is so gentle"
this is the best sentence within a poem that we have ever read
-Virginia and Ben
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