On the Wheel of Living and Dying

Another year’s swallowing its own tail,
riding helter-skelter on the Wheel
of living and dying and living again…

getting me from dizzy to sozzled
on the juices of Chaos’ other brother—
you know him,
he’s the calm-camouflaged Catastrophe
fed by society to all its accepting
self-blinded souls.

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In spring, I lived content
between happiness and heartache,
soaring over a precipice of brilliance,
thinking, Not my drama.

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Then came July’s heat
to sweat a lioness’ dying tears
over a world that screamed,
“Murder-death-kill!”

I waited for the ebb and flow of the status quo
to trip into an endless downward spiral,
where it would choke in stark, tumultuous grief.

But nothing ever changes—Chaos reigns
when we fight the fog while stuck in place.

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So I sat through the fall…
existing
on naps, snacks and blogs…
muttering
of sweet blood denied,
of poverty-driven chaos,
of fuckin’ hard goings…

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Winter slapped me like a sickness—
a pandemic of empowerment and changes
shouting into my skull, “Take control ruthlessly.
Misery doesn’t need more friends. Escape
clouds of barely submerged apprehension.
Tongue kiss enlightenment. Reclaim your belief
in dirt, in Faerie, in the resurgence of love, in Self!
Devour this creative boost.”

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I am reclaiming my all.

I kissed Gaia with spirit, flesh and bone,
felt my old doors opening,
welcomed the rebirth of inspiration;

I met the eyes of the infant Wheel,
watched them open… open again,
glimpsing the spring of a new me.

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Process Note: yesterday, I asked friends on Facebook to share 3-word phrases that described their 2015. This is the word-baby conceived by their descriptive trios and birthed by my Muse. Many of the phrases made it into the poem intact, a few were tweaked a bit, some became one with threesomes that held similar meanings. Writing “On the Wheel of Living and Dying” was a gift to me. I hope reading it feels the same to you. Fly towards happy. Kiss daring on the mouth. Be true to flesh, spirit and bone. Be your very best self, my Luvs.

linked to Poets United, Poetry Pantry 284

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75 thoughts on “On the Wheel of Living and Dying

    • For me, writing poetry in this way is a lot more difficult than doing it with what comes naturally out of me. It’s like putting together a puzzle from pieces that need to be shave off here and pushed too hard there. But the effort is rewarding.

      Instead of “instant inspiration”, for me is more like having to tell my own inspiration–that is already too full of herself–to sit down for a minute or three, so that others can play too.

      Happy New Year! ♥

  1. So honored you were able to use mine, especially in your turn at the end, Magaly–it so captures perfectly the feeling I meant–so many bad things have happened this year, so many dark sides of our collective face peeking out, and yet, and yet..there is the opening of better things if we have worked for them, or merely as an unbelievable grace which we should savor with the same spirit of joy as your poem. A very very happy new year your way, dear Magaly.

  2. I felt so many emotions while reading this, I think I’m done for the day! So powerful, and knowing where some of the words came from makes this so much more personal. Thank you for this beautiful gift!

  3. This is perfection Magaly, it sums up not just my year but all of our year. I can hardly wait to see what masterpieces you birth in 2016 🙂

  4. Love it, I think the line

    “existing
    on naps, snacks and blogs…”

    pretty much sums me up. The ending,

    “I am reclaiming my all.

    I kissed Gaia with spirit, flesh and bone,
    felt my old doors opening,
    welcomed the rebirth of inspiration;

    I met the eyes of the infant Wheel,
    watched them open… open again,
    glimpsing the spring of a new me.”

    Are powerful words to start the new year on. I don’t think my tactics, such as they were, for the old year worked well for me. So new year, new tactics. If I can’t fight my brain maybe I should just accept it as it is, instead of trying to get it to conform to the general norm.

    Happy 2016 Magaly.

    • The wonders that are birthed when we dance together… Magic, pure magic. ♥♥♥

      Happy New Year, my beloved Sharon!

      P.S. I haven’t earn my jar yet (I’ve yet to take care of the mess in the middle of my bedroom *cough*), but as soon as I do, I’m getting it.

  5. Thanks for the beautiful gift and collaboration of collective souls. Reclaiming my all was felt deep in my bones and joined hands with my 2016 word transcend. Here’s to the next adventures in life.

    • If all my dreams come true, you and I will have Patrick Stewart, Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston reading to us. You get to pick who will do the dancing and singing. 😀

      Happy New Year!

  6. “Winter slapped me like a sickness—
    a pandemic of empowerment and changes”

    A very interesting write Magaly; i choose the lines above for its humbling essence, as my favourite of the poem, the read again lines.

    Who is in charge here? really, neither you nor I

    Best Wishes for a happy 2016

    much love…

  7. This is a wonderfully empowering poem, Magaly. Indeed, misery doesn’t need more friends! I love the idea of a ‘spring of a new me.’ May it be so! Happy New Year to you!

  8. Hi Magaly
    You had me reading your poem in hunger, feeding on each revelation. This is a magnet for my thirsty mind, looking for originality and creativity and found it in yours. thanks for this!

  9. Definitely, it’s the wheel of life. We can’t escape. At times, we don’t want to follow the same road but nothing we can do. Life’s a de javu.

    Happy New Year, Magaly

  10. What a whirlwind and wonderful summary of a year – there were many lines that made me smile but if i were to choose – existing on naps, snacks and blogs – was my favourite..may this year contain that too!

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