Tummyache

I had
5 packets of quavers
And 1 packet of wotsits
Just before bed.

Then i woke
Wondering, strangely, why
My tummy ached.

Silly Bekah.

Find Me

One day, it may be
That I find myself beneath a tree,
And as raindrops tumble,
And my tummy rumbles.
There you might find me.

One day, it may go
That i find myself knee deep in snow,
My scarf wrapped twice,
Taking notes about ice,
There you might find me.

One day, it may seem
That i find myself cradling my tea,
Hands clasped tight,
Dreams taking flight,
There you might find me.

One day, it may be true,
That suddenly, amongst your wonderful blue
In me something stirs,
But I shan't speak a word,
That day, I may just find you.

Song of Erasmus Darwin

Whilst the flowers sleep
They are breathing
Little hearts
Rooted in the Earth

Their petal limbs
Open wide
An embrace toward
Maternal love

They know, the plants
Their slience is wise
Their muscles don't ache
Their hearts open wide.

They wake, they breathe
They flex, they lean
They give, they recieve,
They sleep, they dream.

A secretion of the earth
Life-form organic
I, Erasmus
Believe in this planet.

Everyday Pathways often hold Beauty Unnoticed.

Let's Stay - Cary Briel

The water ripples,
your face smiles
back, as we
do the dishes.
I love your laugh
and giggle,
Close out the
world and
let's stay.

Sleeping late,
you turn
to face me--
and I see you,
then I
feel your weight.
Close out the
world and
let's stay.

I, Icarus

There was a time when I could fly. I swear it.
Perhaps, If I think hard enough for a moment, I can even tell you the year.
My room was on the ground floor at the rear of the house.
My bed faced a window.
Night after night I lay on my bed and willed myself to fly.
It was hard work, I call tell you.
Sometimes I lay perfectly still for an hour before I felt
my body rising from the bed.
I rose slowly, slowly until I floated three or four feet
above the floor.
Then, with a kind of swimming motion, I propelled myself
toward the window.
Outside, I rose higher and higher, above the pasture fence,
above the clothesline, above the dark, haunted trees
beyond the pasture.
And, all the time, I heard the music of flutes.
It seemed the wind made this music.
And sometimes there were voices singing.

-Alden Nowlan

24.10.10

i am small
i am nothing
i am bland
and unpure
yet the beauty you placed in me
to my filth is like a cure
you died
i died
and all wrong in me was made right
how could i deny you?
especially tonight.
your love is like no other
your heart outbeats them all
no wonder in your presence
i feel desperately small.
but i'm safe
i'm ok
i am healing
i am home
for no matter who's attacking me
i'm not fighting this alone.