| On a morning with too much light... |
Suzanne Bronson
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I press and push with all my might
Yet this cocoon encloses tight
And still i know without this plight
I wont have strength to take on flight
And just before the morning dew
My wings begin to press on through
And brushed with sun a glorious hew
My beauty noticed by bitter few
Carry Me
by Jan hadwen Hubbell
He turns me around the corner
Smooth as a freighter’s captain
Coming to port.
And there’s curry in the air
Fiery and deep
Steaming from the sidewalk.
Men in a hole
Near a store called
“The Remains of Light.”
He carries me now--passed
A basket store
The reeds assembled,
hanging.
And me, hanging on his arm
Lapping him--like the
Water laps the reeds
Before they’re dried.
Hanging on his every word
The way the baskets are hanging.
Carry me--
Carry my longing
Till you drop
Till the end of the dock
To the water’s edge.
Captain me--
And the moon is
Two moons across the
Water. Near the pier
A bench appears
Carry me till our footprints
Mesh.
Till our hearts break
and the water breaking in
The dawn.
Perched like an apprentice owl
on a contemplative birch bench
in a secret riverine alcove,
she closes her eyes,
peering into the abyss within,
seeking an image, a symbol,
to guide her on her quest.
In her mind’s eye
the purple mist conjures visions
of a luminous swan,
gliding with self-possessed tranquility.
Recognizing her future-reflection,
she ponders the ugly-duckling,
buried fathoms deep
and wills the wounded-one
to surrender, dissolve, unravel,
that she may be resurrected, re-woven;
to die to identity and be re-born to eternity.
In the marsh-waters of the subconscious,
the winged-one navigates the labyrinth in primordial darkness,
as roots reach down-deep where soil is blackest,
to be nurtured by the soul-waters of life.
Our ‘Lady of the Lake’
purifies and prepares
among the weeds, reeds, and grasses.
She is deep within the mystery:
nesting, incubating, silently gestating her destiny,
and dreaming a life into being.
November 13, 2007
Our love
Our friendship
Our tenderness
Our sex
Our hopes
Our dreams
Our desires
Our laughter
Our fun
Our smiles
Our tears
Our fights
Our opinions
Our debates
Our politics
Our compassions
Our causes
Our family
Our children
Our friends
Our home
Our coziness
Our rooms
Our bed
Our pillows
Our blankets
Our kitchen
Our art
Our plants
Our cars
Our hands
Our lips
Together
Our hearts
All gone, left, disappeared, moved out, departed, vanished, not here, spent, used up, finished, consumed, dead, deceased, passed away, passed on, no more……
All because of One.
