I'd marry you if
I inherited a million dollars
and I knew I was going to die tomorrow
I'd marry you
so that I could leave you all the money
and so that you could know you are loved
but I wouldn't have to spend my life
putting up with all your shit.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Your Desire Shall Be.
I had to sweat you out like a fever,
glistening on a pale yellow bed sheet,
with my back arched to the sky.
Glistening like an empty field of
clotted clay scraped into neat rows of violent red.
Glistening like the steaming earth
under night-time dew and
the coolness
of the moon's sweet palm
pressed against my forehead
telling me to hush.
Autumn is on her way
with her mists and
her grace --
letting me dissolve into her arms
with a heart prepared for winter.
Keeping conscious and carefully placing,
I take bed-head, squinted eyes, and a red nose
to the kitchen window.
The steam from my breath leaves
me unsure of the light
that crawls across this town.
I wash my black feet before I sleep,
and each night
I wait for the day.
glistening on a pale yellow bed sheet,
with my back arched to the sky.
Glistening like an empty field of
clotted clay scraped into neat rows of violent red.
Glistening like the steaming earth
under night-time dew and
the coolness
of the moon's sweet palm
pressed against my forehead
telling me to hush.
Autumn is on her way
with her mists and
her grace --
letting me dissolve into her arms
with a heart prepared for winter.
Keeping conscious and carefully placing,
I take bed-head, squinted eyes, and a red nose
to the kitchen window.
The steam from my breath leaves
me unsure of the light
that crawls across this town.
I wash my black feet before I sleep,
and each night
I wait for the day.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
To Be a Woman
Sarah Veak sent me this quote; I love the definition of woman that it gives:
"A healthy woman is much like a wolf: robust, chock-full, strong life force, life-giving, territorially aware, inventive, loyal, roving. Yet separation from the wildish nature causes a woman's personality to become meager, thin, ghosty, spectral. We are not meant to be puny with frail hair and inability to leap up, inability to give chase, to birth, to create a life. When women's lives are in stasis, ennui, it is always time for the wildish woman to emerge; it is time for the creating function of the psyche to flood the delta...It means to establish territory, to find one's pack, to be in one's body with certainty and pride regardless of the body's gifts and limitations, to speak and act in one's behalf, to be aware, alert, to draw on the innate feminine powers of intuition and sensing, to... come into one's cycles, to find what one belongs to, to rise with dignity, to retain as much consciousness as we can."
--Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)