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

Rebirth, by Delawer-OmarRebirth”, by Delawer-Omar

I Turn to the Soil

With the Sun three days in hiding
and the breezes May-hot in December,
I turn to the soil
for a glimpse of New York winter…

but there is only fall,
whispering of already reached limits
and wishing for natural sleep.

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Process Note: New York City has seen no snow this December. The temperatures have been so mild that if I close my eyes, I can fool myself into believing it’s spring. The whole thing makes me all kinds of anxious; for as much as I enjoy the fall leaves clinging to their trees, the green brightening the grass, the berries blushing so prettily… every time I consider the implications, my heart hurts and my brain worries.

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Berries

From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry, 3

It has been a while, since the last time I hosted From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction. Well, now that Witches in Fiction 2015 is almost over (I still have to hear from some of the giveaway winners), I need to get back to the never-ending chaos that is my blogging routine.

I know this is a Friday event, but… I want to use the piece of your choosing as my entry for A Fanciful Twist’s yearly Witches Tea Party. The blog party starts on Saturday, October 24th.

So, my Luvs, which of the following Poem Bits would you like me to brew into a flash fiction tale (of 713 words or fewer) or a full-length poem for the witchy tea party?

Below, I’ve included some of the blackout and handwritten poems I’ve shared since “Always”, the last story before Witches in Fiction 2015 (in reverse chronological order); your mission, if you choose to run with it, is to leave a comment letting me know which of the Poem Bits you would like to see expanded, and in what form. And because everyone appreciates a bit of listing:

1) Which poem do you wish me to develop?
2) Would you like your choice to be flash fiction or longer poetry?
3) *optional* Why?

On Saturday, October 24th, I will turn the Poem Bit with the most votes into a story or a longer poem, depending on your choices. Please, cast your vote before October 23rd at 1:13pm EDT.

“Toxic”
Toxic people are damaged energy. Prevent them.”
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

“13 Kisses” (Typed—shared on Instagram and Facebook)
Thirteen kisses in the dark,
they’ll taste of moon full
and of sun-bright;
thirteen touches of my lips,
they’ll make me yours
and keep you mine.

“Bones” (handwritten, not blacked out)
love sculpted flower
at twilight, a yard of bones—
remembrance in bloom

“Rotten” (handwritten, not blacked out)
faith hysteria
I remember the Witches—
rotten mistrial

“Warping”
Her will is warping
(dangerous)
under the damage—
abrading might
to weaken bindings.
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

“Autumn” (handwritten, not blacked out)
in the morn, Autumn
city nature shifts colors—
my potato sprouts

“Demand Wings”
Energy is creative.
Transform your fall
into power to rebuild self,
to renew bone and blood;
demand wings.
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

“Mine” (handwritten, not blacked out)
I preserve your life
sweetened in rosemary and honey;
death took flesh and bones,
but love, laughs and memories
will always be mine.

“Poetry”
Poetry alighted the dark,
finished the screams,
drummed the soul
moon-bright.
– blacked out from Rio Youers’ “Quoth the Rock Star”, in Required Reading Remixed I.

“Become”
Become your necessity;
matter.
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

“I Live”
I write art
on purists,
on blank leaves,
on Magic;
I live.
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

For images of the listed Poem Bits… visit me on Instagram.

Toxic