Making Bright Out of Shadows

In darkness, away from leaf-song and rain-scented soil, hearts wilt and die. In the light, where words speak halved thoughts and poetry kisses riddles, stories will die. I hear it. I think it… Then, that something that binds us (do you know what it is?), that thing made of mud, daydreams and wild bits of you and me, fills my bones with chants of Maybe… and I know better—stories only die if you let them and hearts always live if we read.

Making bright
out of the shadows,
the soul smiles…
while I remember
the power of ink.

the (not so) wee notes…
– Last Sunday, I wasn’t having the best of days. I was feeling a bit gloomy, out of sorts… So, I put on my super-power skirt (everybody should have something—in their closet, bookcase, wallet…—that instantly fills them with good memories. I wore the skirt in question, for the first time, during a dance while I was a junior in high school, the same night I figured out that life was freaking weird, but since I was weird, too, then life was yummy). Anyhoo, I put on brown combat boots and my super-power skirt and a dear friend and I went thrifting. The thrift shop was closed when we got there, so we laughed a tad madly, went to the grocery store and bought two pies (I got peach!), and life was yummy. When I saw this rather dark picture (below), taken on the bus on our way back from pie shopping, I noticed how my smile shines through the gloom (I have super-power teeth, too), and I thought, Yep, life is yummy and then some.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Tuesday Platform.

Uncaged Ready Depths

The imaginary garden feeds on reality’s rules—can’t dos and coffee for breakfast, skyclad dancing in a sweet pea patch and pineapple for lunch, three mind blushing whispers for dinner, nibbles and giggles and thirteen extra kisses for supper (since elevenses were skipped). Snack time is hammers and sugar skulls. Exquisite… but gentle! Living is a fragile thing—it can hurt, break, turn sweetest slumber to death.

While sleeping, a heart grows taller than truth and big eyes bloom into the world.

Out of her wild dream,
purple dust from red poppies
uncaged ready depths…
filling books with opiumed
tales, to be read till the end.

the (not so) wee notes…
Elevenses: if the nerdiness is strong with you, it is probable that (like moi) you learned of the elevenses through The Lord of the Rings. But guess what I found out while questing the Dark Lands of Google? Elevenses is a real thing in many places around the world. It involves foods like tea and biscuits, coffee and crackers… But “during the first decades of the 19th century [in the USA], elevenses consisted of drinking whiskey.” And here I was, thinking only Hobbits had iron hard stomachs.
– I almost titled this poem “Kubla Khan Gone Wicked for Alice” *cough… cough*.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and to Poets United.

by Robert Draves (@draves.robert)