Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Friday, April 10, 2009

such was not my prayer

Many pray to lose the desire
such was not my prayer
desire being the least of my crimes
it would have been a deceit...
or a worse deceit, a token...
or a worse deceit, the slippery slope of lovespeak

perhaps this affinity for crime was borne
under the watchful gaze of the sistersofmercy
the fluttering ministrations of their bodiless hands and faces
t(w)here I first felt the lash of teacher-care
its lasting impression
one of sharp-edged irony
in spite of their best efforts
neither bitterness nor hopelessness has taken root
I trust the tree
sustaining
sway & creak
branches, barbs & brambles
as delicate
and resilient
as rain
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6 comments:

  1. JonApril 10, 2009 at 6:45 PM

    "delicate and resilient as rain"

    like your poetry...

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  2. aporiaApril 10, 2009 at 7:17 PM

    You create beautifully crafted tensions against a lovely irony of resilience in harsh conditions.
    There is an gnarly affinity here -- as you have expressed earlier -- with the way of the dandelion.

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  3. aporiaApril 10, 2009 at 7:27 PM

    . . . a gnarly

    Those sisters (mothers, fathers, brothers) of "mercy"
    who wield the sharp-edged lash traded irony for abjection a long time ago.

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  4. Linda S. SochaApril 10, 2009 at 11:46 PM

    I LOVE YOUR POETRY... REALLY.....resilient as rain is running through my bloodstream now.

    Linda

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  5. the walking manApril 11, 2009 at 4:55 AM

    Ah yes the memory of a well trained tongue used while the hand wielded the ruler.

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  6. HarlequinApril 11, 2009 at 5:58 PM

    thanks for showing me how words can carry memories that can evoke and explore... I appreciate all the comments here... thank you.

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