Monday, October 28, 2013

Home Alone in a Storm #132

Pebble dash dreams
rattle the window
sheet rain slashes
the inky mire.
I lie in my clay house,
my safe house,
still awake,
and yearn,
as the storm prowls
the walls,
yearn for his company
like a stove yearns a flame

(waking, sheet, safe, clay, still, inky, erode, flames, yearn, bend, immeasurable, pebble)

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

On Being Born - wordle 129

When the gentle, constant massage
of many months, changes,
becomes stronger
and more urgent,
and the nest,
this watery home
becomes too small,
this being, ripe and ready,
takes the chance,
the journey,
through that secret passage.
So clever, it knows the way.
With hands crossed and head down
it travels,
swept by muscles,
into the light.
The stars circle above
as s/he is born
and, shorn from that rope of flesh,
blinking, full of love,
one becomes two.

(Chance,blinked, hand, saw, swept, stars, flesh, ripe, secret, clever, basket, nest)

And here's a sideways view of how I began to put words together.