Bloodroot Ink Poetry
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
what makes a hero?
I have never been much
impressed by dragon-slaying knights
or by men who aspire
to be such.
For what does that require,
really, but a long sword or spear
and a marked deficiency
of adequately assessing risk?
Show me instead
the one who tirelessly woos
the savage beast,
approaches
and befriends it,
not so much taming the creature,
which is by nature untamable,
but building instead a mutual trust
and affection, gaining an ally
of immeasurable power
and strength.
This, my friend, is a feat
worthy of legend,
and you may mark my words,
if ever accomplished and immortalized
in story and song, we will sing
of no man,
but woman.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
ever after
one day
my prince did come
only he was bleeding still
and limping badly
from the terrors
of his journey
even now his pain
his demons
never cease in the torment
of his battered body
of his broken mind
there are moments white
and rare
when he quiets
to the whisper of my song
when I might brave
a touch
when his eyes may rise
to meet mine for one brief
and brilliant flash
but most of the time
he sits apart
trembling in his grief
swearing and shouting
for his drink
my prince did come
only he was bleeding still
and limping badly
from the terrors
of his journey
even now his pain
his demons
never cease in the torment
of his battered body
of his broken mind
there are moments white
and rare
when he quiets
to the whisper of my song
when I might brave
a touch
when his eyes may rise
to meet mine for one brief
and brilliant flash
but most of the time
he sits apart
trembling in his grief
swearing and shouting
for his drink
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
unencumbered
pare away the unnecessary
the self-serving elements
pull off all want and need
neither requirements
nor conditions
may remain
love unencumbered
will meet no
boundary
on its way
and this
must
find
its mark
the self-serving elements
pull off all want and need
neither requirements
nor conditions
may remain
love unencumbered
will meet no
boundary
on its way
and this
must
find
its mark
Monday, June 25, 2012
reunion
We gave in that day
to laughter
long and delicious,
not at all our usual
smile-then-back-to-business.
No...
We lifted up a rare and
precious music
together surrendering to
simple delight
as the canopy of green spilled
innocence down in droplets
of blessing.
But walls that had so long contained
my spirit, built stone by stone
of remembered pain,
mortared with shadows and secrets
by long labor of my own hands,
fell away
some way
in this Sharing.
Startled, my smile began to falter…
In that moment,
I saw you
for the first time
in years
and my heart swelled
to sudden pain,
unaccustomed
to the light.
to laughter
long and delicious,
not at all our usual
smile-then-back-to-business.
No...
We lifted up a rare and
precious music
together surrendering to
simple delight
as the canopy of green spilled
innocence down in droplets
of blessing.
But walls that had so long contained
my spirit, built stone by stone
of remembered pain,
mortared with shadows and secrets
by long labor of my own hands,
fell away
some way
in this Sharing.
Startled, my smile began to falter…
In that moment,
I saw you
for the first time
in years
and my heart swelled
to sudden pain,
unaccustomed
to the light.
Friday, February 10, 2012
ashes, ashes
chestnut curls drift
in lazy whorls
strangely
slowly
to the floor
time itself
reluctant
to touch her
but hair will grow
again not knowing
how relentless
is this blade
clothes torn
hair shorn
nothing left
to cut
reluctant fingers
relax their hold
cold clunk
of steel on counter
ashes
she turns
from the mirror
seeing nothing
hearing nothing
feeling blessed nothing
near the surface in this moment
but the urgency of ashes
there must be
something here
to burn
~jws
reworked from 2006 version
Linking up to dVerse ~ Poet's Pub Open Link night.
in lazy whorls
strangely
slowly
to the floor
time itself
reluctant
to touch her
but hair will grow
again not knowing
how relentless
is this blade
clothes torn
hair shorn
nothing left
to cut
reluctant fingers
relax their hold
cold clunk
of steel on counter
ashes
she turns
from the mirror
seeing nothing
hearing nothing
feeling blessed nothing
near the surface in this moment
but the urgency of ashes
there must be
something here
to burn
~jws
reworked from 2006 version
Linking up to dVerse ~ Poet's Pub Open Link night.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
offering
I hold
the weight
of this day’s
silence
one more
heavy
offering
to place
upon the
altar
of stones
stacked
high
each still
throbbing
with living
heat
of all that
would be
spoken
if not for the
crushing
severity
of this
sacrifice
I have
required
of me
and I struggle to remember
the why of it.
(From the archives, April 4, 2009)
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
October
dry leaves
rattle
rustle
in the evening
breeze
each rasping
sigh
dying
a whispered
lullaby
~
joining in Open Link Night at dVerse~Poet's Pub
rattle
rustle
in the evening
breeze
each rasping
sigh
dying
a whispered
lullaby
~
joining in Open Link Night at dVerse~Poet's Pub
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