A Baby's Breath for Mary
Shush. . .listen, now:

the dark hour is gone;

Solstice tidings blink on;

Mary's Child is renewed:

Christened with morning dew.

Pure is the life of this blessed

Baby’s Breath,

A hopeful sigh saying, “Namaste’ ".

A renewal sign

“My heart -- 

   to the heart of mankind”.

for +Mary Nicholson, my sister

Rev. 12/14/2012p    

Medea's Legacy

             Medea’s Legacy

               

Crushed violets, 
midnight-blue scent,
     

Greek lullaby threads the night
 She floats and lingers.

Spitting an artful net 
My-Lady Spider weaves and spins--

Hearts swaddled amongst the stone corners

Spinning Spider, will you take me there?

Wrapped in your silken love? Will you lick me

Clean; and, stop the red upon my legs and up above?

Or, will you bite my mewling soul and yank it back--from love?

                     

Wear my pestle shoe

Where under once a clump of baby violets grew

Let me suckle at your breast--your nightshade brew

Before the morning dawn and cleansing dew.

Now, Medea: stroke my eyes to sleep alone;

Drain my heart ‘til dry--as desert bone;

Swaddle me in your carded blisters; and,

Hang me in the cornerstones--amongst my sisters. 

Take and wear my pestle shoe

Where under once a clump of baby violets grew.

Now, before the morning dawn and cleansing dew,

Suckle me at your breast--let loose its nightshade brew

At last, Medea,  swaddled in your carded blisters;

Stroke my eyes --to sleep alone;

Drain my heart ‘til dry--as Roman bone;

Drop me in the ancient stones to sleep amongst my sisters.
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[g+Mary Nicholson, Bobby Wilson, Pennie Aschbacher]

Poem: boy to Man

http://kaybishop.wordpress.com/2012/04/10/picassos-shapes/

Inspired to memorialize the bullied boy who finally just sat down 
in the school yard; pull out a gun; and, shot himself --to death.

boy to Man
     ~

A longing for Belonging:
A Fork in the Road
A Singular Path
A solo Rite of Passage:
.                 ~ . ~. ~boy to Man. . .
*
alone
*
burning brain;
twitching finger;
morphing trigger;
                 . ~ . ~. ~this boy.

This boy’s

dark voyage
ends.
*

alone.

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Fibromyalgia  Hikou Meditations
            *
     Sunrise pain
          Moon-tide Taffy-Pulls
               Sinew thru skin.  

                                *

Indian Couple Electrocuted By Bride's Family For Marrying Outside Caste

Sushhhh. . .I-Nets
Crack open hearts of darkness
Sad Voyeur.
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost

Three Spring Haiku

      Three Spring Haiku
Warm Spring shower
naked in the wilderness
childhood wonder
            *
      Tails a-twitch--
      Spring squirrels scamper"
       Quick! Bell the cat!
                   *
                   Hot dry wind.
                   Mulberries  shimmy
                   Goslings feast

Knot by Knot 

block by block
color by color
knot by knot
vintage wool
is looped and knotted.

Now
fingering, savoring
the last little bit--
wandering, exploring
the wreckage of 52nd
looking for daddy's little dolly

that was the wonder--
the burden of you.

Now.

finished, yet unfinished
heart formed, yet unformed
too early, too late. . .

i unravel the last double
crochet

tie off the umbilical
no need to stay.
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.inspired by +Bobby Wilson, Parakeet2