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, December 31, 2010

mist and murmur, hold fast and howl


coming home requires 
flying 
attempting to touch down 
with no way to see solid ground below
trusting unseen 
assurances that what has been 
exists
still
hold fast and howl 
as if this were the last cry to be heard
or the first one
bringing  breath into being
 
coming home 
 demands nothing more than breathing
easy 
for a change
not having to brace against anything 
except the wind's reminder if its insistence on being
itself
coming  home  
mist and murmur
more lovely even than  brightness 
needing neither promises nor shame
 
seabirds 
sing call caw scree
sirens
hovering  between sea and sky
barely discernible from each other
 white and grey 
threads 
cradling 
  sorrow tenderness memory hope
casting out past the furies
stories 
telling themselves back into wild 
being
 
coming home
is 
the 
ground 
where 
wonder
begins



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10 comments:

  1. HarlequinDecember 31, 2010 at 12:31 AM

    visiting my home, newfoundland; tough flight getting in (i hate flying!!) and worth all the agony. now that i am here, i am reminded about why i love this strange place and how it's in my blood, no matter what. sharing this visit with my partner is a wonderful gift, and seeing my family... and especially my son... fills my heart to the brim.

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  2. GarthDecember 31, 2010 at 5:10 AM

    I have no words to describe how good this piece is... hold fast and howl: it's like a lyric from Talking Heads at their best.

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  3. the walking manDecember 31, 2010 at 6:51 AM

    At the moment when the tires make that screech and you know what was still is. Then you know the trip is ripe with the possible. May it rise to all of your expectations H.

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  4. Mariana SofferDecember 31, 2010 at 8:50 AM

    Beautiful poem my friend, I like how you describe what happens in this time of the year, it shakes us somehow. I wish you a happy new year. Take care

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  5. jadedjDecember 31, 2010 at 11:42 AM

    As usual I am at a loss to match the beauty of your words, H. May you have a happy New Year. It appears that you have a good start.

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  6. PunchDecember 31, 2010 at 2:06 PM

    Readin’ your poems
    is
    to me
    like
    lookin’ at fresh fallen snow

    to comment
    is
    to me
    like
    stepin' on perfection

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  7. TweatyDecember 31, 2010 at 7:42 PM

    Why is that? Home just feels a certain way doesn't matter how long you've lived somewhere else. Wonderfully(is that a word)strange.I'm glad your heart is full..and this is your last posting for 2010...looking forward to see what you create in 2011. Happy New Year !! Tweaty

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  8. HarlequinDecember 31, 2010 at 10:54 PM

    wow, you folks touch my heart! thanks...
    pisces-- thanks for this compliment; i shall hold it close
    wm, my expectations have more than been met... hope you are feeling joy as well
    punch--thanks so much; you are kind
    mariana-- this is being shaken in ways that are as welcome as they are necessary
    jadedj-- thanks for your sweet sentiment
    tweaty-- i embrace this strangeness and my heart is full, indeed. happy 2011 to you, too.

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  9. aporiaJanuary 1, 2011 at 7:56 AM

    Staggering.

    Home is where we remember the call back to wild being through the winds of time. Thanks for the howling memories, you.

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  10. HarlequinJanuary 1, 2011 at 3:01 PM

    aporia-- thanks for the wonderful sensibility that you bring to remembering and wild being.

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