A feminist as Virginia Woolf?
I should say
my concern is not
as you think I should be
rather, I climb the hayloft to dream
passing cautiously
the tangled bull cow
desperate to be free.
A Room of One’s Own
she declares
I hardly agree
despite this venturous
solitude of heart
only room for words
fictive and unconventional.
So which am I?
I suppose
I garner to know
more than my acquaintence cares
each walking briskly -past
as an autumn leaf
we turn to be and become.
Nothing inside
a corpse of loss
struggling to name
this nothing
-frayed edges and needle pricks and clawed thoughts
you left me
-bleeding
afraid of the dark
you know -knew
you would leave me this way
ive seen it all before
corpses with beating hearts
left to bleed out -alone.
Some thoughts before…
Heading to Santa Fe
again
to study -poetry
in the dirt, sky and man
reading V. Woolf -Atwood
wondering if anything lies within me
to surrender
in words
this extracted life in 2-dimensions
just
yes -still perplexed
by fear
fear of living
sidelined -choking
and Leonard
her husband calls her critics
less sophisticated
-hmmph, he shuts a voice down
while she belittles
Rossetti, Mansfield & Browning.
while she may have
a place to complain
-be irritated
her critics stand shoulder-to-shoulder
on their ladders
Oh, yes!
today is another day
to work
just -let it all out
this quietedvoice
is stronger than all others.
Happy to spend July 28-August 5 with Gina Franco and a class of peers looking to refine who we are as writers.
Just -yes just another day to be.
Haiku
valiant forest
invite me -sit awhile
endearing breezes
back against a tree
there lay a mossy carpet
dreams of evergreen
Roots (community)
In a sea
lost in a wave
brought under
and through
community
-exists,
stands in the center
of a whirlpool.
Look
where two
or more
are gathered
the heart
-exists
to save
humanity’s treasure.
Sense the stars falling, they sparkle just for you.
If i stop reading
my words run dry
your river undeniably
a refuge
i witness the rise and fall.
Love this story!Ā
Concocting his own free library…
Compelled to share. Smiles all around…cheers! Happy reading and writing, Jšš
design (Santa Fe)
Roots (conversations)
-on rust
if I
were to decipher
the worn lines
etched into rock,
wonder who bothers
to climb
the rugged edges
ponder past lives,
imagine why
other than to scrape
-rust.
Roots (conversations)
Its okay,
tell.
I wont,
promise
anything
this pink shell
squanders,
your feelings
fingers prying
ocean singing
none of it true, after all.
okay…haiku time
satiated cloud
portrays pink shell’s paradise
spent like rainwater
