tag:soramusic.ca,2005:/blogs/poetry?p=5Poetry2023-08-17T08:36:01-06:00soramusic.cafalsetag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/72583672023-08-17T08:36:01-06:002023-10-16T08:54:44-06:00Invitation<p data-pm-slice="1 1 []"><strong>A poem of prayer</strong></p><p>So much of work <br>Has been heads down<br>Focus<br>On all the minutia<br>Built up <br>To mechanize<br>A routined output</p><p>I see this<br>Even as I know<br>It will all crumble<br>Into the dust <br>Of obscurity<br>As all things do.</p><p>Maybe the real<br>Work of my life<br>Has been to <br>Slow into stillness.<br>To befriend death<br>Sit with her<br>On the bench<br>Beside the river.</p><p>Her laugh<br>Light dancing on small waves.</p><p>Her joy<br>Gulls swooping in a crystal sky</p><p>Her patience<br>Seasons pulled on solar tides.</p><p>Her delight<br>Fingers plunged deeply<br>Into the rich loam<br>Beneath the pine tree<br>Nourishing from<br>The decayed work<br>Of all this living</p><p>This has to be<br>What prayer is</p><p>Not knowing. </p><p>Coming to the end<br>With the sweet taste <br>Of love dripping down <br>My chin<br>Eyes full of stars<br>And wonder<br>While my body <br>Slowly releases<br>All its earthly striving</p><p>Meeting my cherished<br>Friend<br>Disrobe myself<br>Of all the certainties<br>That didn’t really fit <br>Anyway<br>Free to open<br>Each hidden doorway<br>Within her cryptic smile. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/71805462023-03-29T10:02:14-06:002023-03-29T10:02:14-06:00Take me home<p>dear friend<br>you have waited so long<br>for me to hear the call<br>of home.</p><p>a sweet singular note<br>steady low beneath<br>high-pitched tremolos of worth<br>beyond all those songs<br>not in my key<br>named “you don't belong”. </p><p>yes, finally, as dusk<br>lays like fine dust<br>along the long lane<br>i arrive at your doorstep<br>weary and worn<br>through all my threadbare excuses<br>out of tune and step<br> </p><p>i come, unsure of my welcome<br>gone so long<br>craving different<br>as though it were better<br>than the tenderness<br>of your patient embrace</p><p>the door opens<br>we meld into each other<br>a resonant wholeness that lights<br>all the empty windows<br>inside</p><p>a song that sings: I belong to myself.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/71689522023-03-10T12:07:16-07:002023-03-10T12:12:37-07:00Gwion Bach<p>I chase and am chased<br>A circle with no end<br>Running ceaselessly toward<br>Away from each<br>Shape-shifting iteration<br><br>I have been the hare<br>Nimbly alert<br>To the initiated venery<br>Of this earth body home<br><br>and<br><br>I have been the hound<br>Stalking, running, lapping<br>The blood marrow hungers<br>of love</p><p>and</p><p>I have been the salmon<br>Leaping forward in waters of time<br>Evolving ancestral wisdom<br>In onward sacrifice</p><p>and</p><p>I have been the otter<br>Sleek smile cutting<br>Turbulent waters with<br>Sharp teeth of intuition<br><br>and<br><br>I have been the wren<br>Deftly downplaying<br>Darting unseen<br>Into an air of underestimation<br><br>and<br><br>I have been the hawk<br>Pursuing each achievement<br>Building wings of caught feathers<br>Defying limitations<br><br>and<br><br>I have been the grain<br>Waiting to be consumed<br>Trembling with the blueprint<br>Of my creation<br><br>and</p><p>I have been the hen<br>Gobbling glutinous seeds<br>To fee the ravenous fires<br>Of every becoming<br> </p><p>Round and round<br>and round again<br>And, and, and, and<br>Until the circle <br>Simply sings<br>I am. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/71351252023-01-09T07:53:03-07:002023-03-10T12:05:05-07:00Time of Water<p>It is the time of water<br>Ice cracking<br>The thunderous rush<br>Of held emotions<br>Breaking down<br>Static stoicism<br>Rushing past<br>Careful cultivations<br>White-foamed galloping<br>Toward a merging<br>With the sea<br><br>I take a deep breath<br>Plunge into the tears<br>Bursting through<br>This dam<br>Of proper expression<br>Gulp for air<br>As I tumble through<br>The bruising pain<br>Of smashed expectations<br>While words churn<br>Just out of reach<br><br>It is the time of water<br>I turn inwards<br>Trusting<br>That this outpouring<br>Is a necessary release<br>Of frozen holdings<br>Finally flooding free<br><br>Trusting<br>That I will make it<br>To the ocean<br>Join the tidal flow<br>And finally, know the peace<br>Of being held<br>Floating upon<br>My sacred deep</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/71689512022-12-21T12:00:00-07:002023-03-10T12:05:05-07:00Winter Solstice <p>Solstice breathes<br>The slow heartbeat<br>Of earth sleeping<br>Beneath drifts<br>Of time and space</p><p>Darkness calls<br>Opening secret rooms<br>In the rooted shadows<br>Between surface<br>And the deep</p><p>I enter<br>Tenderly curled<br>In the chthonic embrace<br>Of whispered dreams<br>Beyond.<span> </span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/71321662022-11-12T16:30:00-07:002023-01-03T16:26:20-07:00Dragon<p> I saw a dragon </p>
<p>On an ordinary winter morning <br>While walking the dog <br>Snow crunching beneath my moccasins </p>
<p>I saw a dragon </p>
<p>Sleep still blurring my vision <br>Breath curling into <br>Serpents of November mist </p>
<p>A glorious red dragon <br>Streaking across the sky <br>Long tail of light <br>Streaming behind <br>A banner of destiny </p>
<p>A dragon! <br>I stood, transfixed <br>Conversing with probability <br>Until I released to wonder <br>Too awe-struck to wish upon <br>Or rationalize away </p>
<p>This momentous magic <br>Meteor portent <br>Blazing before me <br>For an instant elevating <br>Me beyond my gnome Christmas pyjamas <br>And all the mundane holdings <br>Of an ordinary life </p>
<p>The world reconfigured <br>Within the dark, chilled starlight <br>To the bright roar <br>Of a dragon’s call.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/70883422022-10-25T12:01:27-06:002022-10-25T12:05:30-06:00Nemetona<p>Nemetona</p>
<p>She says:<br>Hold on to yourself.<br>You are not done unraveling,<br>pulling thread<br>upon thread from the ply.<br>Trust, have faith.<br>Soon all the stories<br>that were not yours<br>will be spun out<br>pulled from the liminal edge<br>of your sacred space;<br>cast to the wind<br>to spiral pirouetting<br>into their own destinies.<br>Not yours though,<br>untwined and rubbed raw <br>you will come before me<br>to ask the question<br>that is yours alone to ask;<br>A circle opening and closing,<br>creating the sanctuary<br> Of your being<br><br>Can you feel it?<br>The healing sway<br>of the willow tilting<br>your grounding to beyond<br><br>Can you hear it?<br>The red-winged call of blackbird<br>parting the veil<br>to wilding mystery<br><br>Come.<br>I am here<br>I have always been here<br>The sacred weave<br>Of your numinous holding.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/70435502022-08-22T14:58:02-06:002022-08-22T14:58:52-06:00Ode to an early riser<p>Have you walked on the liminal edge <br>Of early morning light? </p>
<p>Seen <br>Mist cloaking <br>The sleepy face of the river <br>Before the day pulls <br>Aside her white veils? </p>
<p>Heard <br>Haunting calls <br>Of the geese lingering <br>Beyond the cattail quietudes <br>Of willow-bound solace </p>
<p>Felt <br>Delighted wonder <br>From last night’s rain <br>Dripping into the harmonies <br>Of the forest floor </p>
<p>Have you come <br>Into the solitude that was always to be your gift <br>Dissolving muddy night questions <br>Into the liquid alchemy <br>Of presence? </p>
<p>These moments are beyond telling. </p>
<p>Will you come, asks the river <br>Will you meet me <br>On the edge of all things <br>To become, just for a moment <br>Everything and nothing?</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/70435512022-08-04T15:00:00-06:002022-08-22T14:58:52-06:00Blackberry<p>I didn’t know I needed to grieve <br>Until the blackberry grove <br>Opened itself within me <br>Thorny dome entangled <br>As it was with all the sharp <br>Rage that had held me together <br>And kept me apart. </p>
<p>Enter it said, <br>Move within the protected hollow <br>See the white petaled stars <br>Softness behind the pain <br>Lay within the hallowed womb <br>Until you become as water <br>Flowing around and through <br>While the night cascades around you.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/70295242022-06-21T20:00:00-06:002022-08-02T20:21:54-06:00Solstice<p>Midsummer day<br>The leaves shimmy<br>Beneath a changeable sky<br>This moment, these moments<br>Cycling year to year<br>Threaded through the <br>Eye of the solstice<br>Despite my tired countenance<br>I connect. Into the legacy of<br>Our sun rhythms<br>The tilted dance<br>Of millennia of seasons</p>
<p>Remembrance flares<br>Of many circling hands<br>Held and spinning<br>The shimmer of sacred space<br>For a moment my singularity<br>Is blinding in its ache<br>I lean in, breathe. <br>The poplar fluffs float by<br>A gentle nudge<br> to the now<br> to my belonging to this place<br> to this time<br> to today's solstice gifts. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/70295312022-06-10T16:30:00-06:002022-08-02T20:19:19-06:00Additive<p>I am more than an opposite force <br>More than a definition of absence <br>I am not the negative space left <br> by your expectations <br>I am presence. An additive<br>Whole <br>Even with all these mosaic pieces <br>Scattered colours and patterns <br>Held together in synergy. <br>The piece you see<br>Are not placed in defiance <br>Of you <br> your patterns <br> your palette </p>
<p>Rather, <br>An oeuvre expression <br>Of longing to become. <br>An emergence beyond <br>My childhood factory setting <br>Into a unique definition <br>Outlined by a knowing <br>That is not yours <br>But mine. </p>
<p>I am more than a comfortable landscape <br>To hang on your wall <br>A bought solace ready <br>To comfort you with pleasant <br>Known-ness <br>Unchallenged in your perspective. <br>I am no Rorshach <br>To project yourself onto <br>Nor mirror <br>To reflect back <br>The form of your preferences</p>
<p>Rather, <br>I am an unfinished piece <br>As unbound, dynamic <br>As the changing seasons <br>Pulling crimson fire <br>Against alabaster drifts <br>Bursting verdant <br>From within a cerulean flow. </p>
<p>I am more <br>And less <br>Then what you have conceived <br>Then what you see <br>I am no angel, nor devil <br>Rather a complex balance <br>Of line, shape, and composition. <br>Could you come to appreciate <br>Me, even if you don't understand? </p>
<p>Regardless, I must persist <br>In the insistence <br>Of this multi-faceted vision <br>That continues to reclaim me <br> heal me <br> save me <br> create me</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/70295322022-02-02T14:35:00-07:002022-08-02T20:21:54-06:00Palm Marks<p>Palm-marks press into soft moments <br>A feathering lineage outlining <br>The hands <br> Heart <br> Hearth <br>Of me </p>
<p>I trace these branching wonders <br>Proof of passage <br>As delicately as I hold all the <br>Entwining joys and sorrows <br>They leaf from the same stem <br>Unique in pattern, and far more intricate <br>More complex <br>Than any shape I could try to squeeze myself into </p>
<p>This is me, lines that carry beyond the borders <br>A brief imprint of the hand-held vulnerability <br>Ever ready to reach out and hold the sky</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68125022021-11-17T07:44:45-07:002021-11-17T07:46:33-07:00The First NightMy memory of that night <br>
Is fluid<br>
The way memory is<br>
Events flexing,<br>
adapting, absorbing<br>
the liquid context<br>
of meaning.<br>
Stories layered upon each other<br>
alternate versions<br>
of truth within<br>
each textured discovery.<br>
What doesn’t change<br>
is the title;<br>
the meta knowing<br>
that however flawed,<br>
however mutable<br>
this is our origin.<br>
Cherished in each<br>
edit, rewrite, and translation. <br><br>
soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68194542021-10-08T15:25:00-06:002022-02-13T23:36:15-07:00The Quality of My LoveI am of birch and wind<br>
The fickle response<br>
To the urge for immediacy<br>
And the slow breath<br>
Of trees and stars.<br>
This place in between is<br>
Where I live. <br>
Between silence and beat<br>
The stillness of listening<br>
I am of seasons and flow<br>
Moving within<br>
The presence of remembrance<br>
A cycling resonance<br>
Of water and light.<br>
This is the quality of my love. <br><br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/65070892020-12-24T11:27:18-07:002020-12-24T11:27:18-07:00Compass<p>Did we know?<br>—in that moment<br>when our eyes met across that room, <br>across oceans of time, pain, and place—<br>Did we know a secret magnetism<br>was calling us home?<br>Green on blue map markings,<br>course-correcting bearings<br>among all the navigated savagery,<br>across all the lost wilds<br>we had traversed without.</p>
<p>Did we know this wild rose<br>would bloom between us?<br>Poles shifting until<br>starry-eyed, our circle connects;<br>A fixed point amidst torrents<br>of world-worn chaos and despair.<br>Our love, our commitment<br>a beacon in the night.</p>
<p>Enduring. Constant. True. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195562020-10-24T16:00:00-06:002021-11-23T16:26:25-07:00SisyphusIn the most literal content-based sense<br>
Sisyphus had a problem.<br>
A boulder shaped disparity<br>
Between expectation and reality<br>
Within the absurd monotony<br>
Of a repeated empty struggle<br>
Without change, without purpose. <br><br>
Let's roll with this for a moment<br>
Clearly Sisyphus<br>
Had a pattern that on first glance<br>
Could be called maladaptive.<br>
Punishment enacted over and over<br>
For living life too preciously<br>
—Too cleverly—<br>
In the pursuit of all<br>
The immersed pleasures of earthly existence.
<br><br>
How heavy is that? <br>
This micro-focus on every pound<br>
Of that existential weight.<br>
The muscle shake of resisting<br>
The dreadfulness of futility.<br><br>
There is more. There is always more <br>
The whole greater than sums of parts.<br><br>
For there is an instant,<br>
A wild exclamation at the pinnacle<br>
When the stones of sorrow and toil<br>
Release downwards<br>
When Sisyphus stretches his arms<br>
Light as two fallen feathers<br>
And runs joyful, wind in hair <br>
Descending rebellious free <br>
To laugh meaning into the moment.<br><br>
There is value in his process<br>
Of pushing hopefulness ever upward<br>
In the lightness of a mind organized<br>
Around transcendent levity<br>
Rising up again and again<br>
To disrupt the silence of stone fate.<br><br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195552020-10-16T16:00:00-06:002021-11-23T16:24:00-07:00MedusaI want to reclaim #medusa<br>
To turn the telling of her story<br>
On its serpentine head.<br><br>
Externalize the monster<br>
Draw it out; poison from<br>
A festering collective wound<br>
Left by a god-culture <br>
Intent on subjugation.<br><br>
To place every slut-shaming<br>
Victim-blaming stone<br>
Where they belong<br>
In a graveyard of petrified beliefs<br>
That no longer serve <br>
Acknowledged even as <br>
They are laid to rest.<br><br>
I want to reframe, retell<br>
Remember to her,<br>
—to every so-called Medusa—<br>
The strength in survival<br>
The wily adaptations<br>
that transmute trauma<br>
into body-borne wisdom.<br><br>
To bear witness<br>
As each fierce survivor<br>
Sheds their gorgon terror<br>
And rebuilds a new temple<br>
Of resiliency and power<br>
From the rubble of despair.<br>
A story of reclamation.<br>
A process of meaning.<br><br>
To honour and celebrate<br>
The voice finally speaking<br>
Reintegrated and transformed <br>
From the altar of identity.<br><br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195542020-10-09T16:00:00-06:002021-11-23T16:19:20-07:00HypnosBreathe in. Breathe out.<br>
Breathe in. Breathe out.<br>
The breath as tides<br>
Ebbing, flowing<br>
Rhythms that define<br>
The body's anchored home.<br><br>
Close your eyes. Settle. <br>
Let go the detritus<br>
That clutters the mind<br>
Plugs emotional floodways<br>
Drift into the electro-currents<br>
Of that dark theta flow.<br><br>
Heart slowing. Beats<br>
Dancing circadian synchronous<br>
With breath waves<br>
In that pulsing lullaby<br>
That sings you downstream<br>
Of consciousness.<br><br>
Float past the blue delta<br>
Landmarks named<br>
From the sediment of day<br>
Lush growth regenerates<br>
An accretion of healing<br>
Against the forces of decay<br><br>
Empty into that deep<br>
Ocean of dreams<br>
Rapid-eyed sailing<br>
Through emotional roiling<br>
Charting the passage<br>
Through memory and time.<br><br>
Hush now. Sleep. <br>
These twilight journeys<br>
Unload our diurnal cargo <br>
Unpacking lightly and easily<br>
Until you are an empty vessel<br>
Ready to be filled. <br><br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195512020-09-13T16:00:00-06:002021-11-23T16:16:07-07:00OedipusFreud got it wrong.<br>
Yes Oedipus killed his father <br>
Married his mother<br>
But that is not the story. <br>
Those are the symptoms<br>
The surface presentation<br>
That if not examined<br>
Becomes a diagnosis<br>
Of lust and greed.<br><br>
There is more, in the marrow<br>
A deep tragedy <br>
In the sacrifice<br>
The honour<br>
The courage<br>
Of people caught unknowingly<br>
Enacting the very outcomes<br>
They are desperately trying to avoid. <br>
A story of love.<br>
A story of missed identity.<br>
A story of humanity. <br>
With all its messy imperfections.<br><br>
Do you see now?<br>
How the meaning is in the context.<br>
How gilded eyes don't always see.<br>
How choice can be an illusion<br>
Within the oppressive regime<br>
Of prophecy. <br><br>
Can we see beyond all these predictions<br>
To the person,<br>
Flawed and trying?<br>
To the here?<br>
To the now?<br>
soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68139972020-05-07T08:00:00-06:002021-11-18T07:53:57-07:00BorderlandsThis is the borderland<br>
This carefully constructed space<br>
Between was and yet to be<br>
We meet here, you and I<br>
At the cafe<br>
Where we order words that<br>
Have not yet become<br>
Taste the sweetness<br>
Of honeyed potential<br>
A liminal Venn<br>
Of expanding familiarity<br><br>
soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68151962020-02-21T07:00:00-07:002021-11-19T07:11:15-07:00Elegy for a Lost Love<p>What would we have done<br>If that last day had been known?<br>Would we drive to that place<br>The one from before<br>When it was just us<br>Where wind-rippled grass<br>Rolled in living waves<br>Where the white flash<br>Of your joyful strength<br>Ran cresting through<br>Tides of familial connection<br><br>Would we stand at the junction<br>On the top of the hill<br>Where so many times<br>We had passed unheeding<br>Of all the crossroads<br>We would traverse together<br>Where each momentous change<br>Was brought down<br>To tenacious footfalls<br>On gravel-strewn life<br><br>Would we sit while the sun<br>Wheeled pensive on hallowed skies<br>Where your head<br>Was ever cocked<br>To all the possibilities<br>Of all the unsaid, unneeded words<br>Where the nestled silence<br>Of our shared belonging<br>Was voice enough of love<br><br>That day was many days<br>Many hours laid upon many years<br>It was not our last day<br>But it is the day I choose to remember<br><br>The loss is profound<br>The grief still tender<br><br>As fragile as the fleeting delight<br>Of a new prairie crocus<br>Budded on together treaded paths<br>Fuzzy petals soft against your fuzzy heart<br><br>As fragile as the inept words<br>I try to piece together<br>To honour the nobility of spirit<br>And enduring affection<br>That were always to be your legacy<br><br>As fragile, as apt<br>To dissolve into dark waters<br>As the light in your puppy brown eyes<br>On the day you left.<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395169/faaf763e573d40ca7b7067f8d5084d4b6c127fde/original/546994-10152180029285304-1329097583-n.jpg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br>#poetry #elegy #forpippin #love #grief</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/61342862020-01-19T22:06:26-07:002020-01-19T22:06:26-07:00Dendrites<p>You don't know. <br>how could you? </p>
<p>that beautiful <br>mind dendrites <br>twist to endure <br>even the harshest <br>of environments <br>that this is survival <br>that this is adaptation <br>that what you <br>call insanity <br>is actually a reasonable response <br>to unreasonable circumstance</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68151972019-11-15T07:00:00-07:002021-11-19T07:14:07-07:00The Wetness of the SeaThis morning I sat beside you <br>
As you lay in bed, tightly closed<br>
I tentatively touched your back<br>
To feel the temperature of this moment<br>
To gauge the subtle currents<br>
Tempestuous yet removed<br>
That swirled cool between us<br>
I know the tone, the clipped “fine”, <br>
A somatic tension carried<br>
In the riptide. <br><br>
I offer an opening<br>
Questions I already know the answer to<br>
And wait. <br><br>
Wait to map the edges<br>
Of my starry-eyed tears from<br>
Last night. Wait<br>
To know how far we are from shore<br>
From home. Wait<br>
To float alone in the flotsam<br>
Even as you tell me <br>
There is no ocean. <br><br>
I have spent many days <br>
Like this, adrift<br>
Lost between my knowing<br>
And your denial. <br>
You will row out to me<br>
In your time. I hope <br>
Before I drown.<br>
To get into the boat<br>
I will apologize<br>
For the naming of pain<br>
For the wetness of the sea. <br><br>
soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/61342782019-09-19T22:00:00-06:002020-01-19T22:00:40-07:00Erosion<p>The years wear hard<br>a subtle shaping<br>of winded word and salt tear<br>on the stone artifacts of time and memory. <br>I watch the tired sweep of your crafted hands <br>Even as your eyes pool before me. <br>I watch and want to draw for you <br>the intricacy of need that <br>has brought us to this moment. <br>I want to remind you <br>how light loves <br>the resolve exposed within <br>the lean lines of your denuded smile <br>I want to show you that <br>your tenderness is carried <br>ever in the beauty of your unique silhouette <br>curved perfectly against a dreamer’s sky </p>
<p>Take heart dear one <br>The world will wear away <br>all crumbling artifice of past <br>What remains will gracefully, <br>quietly <br>defy dissolution.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68139992019-09-01T00:00:00-06:002021-11-18T07:59:03-07:00Take Heart<p>The years wear hard<br>A subtle shaping<br>of winded word and salt tear<br>on the stone artifacts of time and memory.<br>I watch the tired sweep of your crafted hands<br>Even as your eyes pool before me.<br>I watch and want to draw for you<br>the intricacy of need that<br>has brought us to this moment.<br>I want to remind you<br>how the light loves<br>the resolve exposed within<br>the lean lines of your denuded smile<br>I want to show you that<br>your tenderness is carried<br>ever in the beauty of your unique silhouette<br>curved perfectly against a dreamer’s sky<br>Take heart dear one<br>The world will wear away<br>all crumbling artifice of past<br>What remains will gracefully,<br>quietly defy dissolution.<br> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/61342852019-08-03T22:05:00-06:002020-01-19T22:02:28-07:00My Grandmother<p>The shadows lengthen quickly <br>On the last day with my grandmother <br>I want to remember every detail <br>How she likes her tea weak <br>The subtle bite of the Dutch cheese <br>Always found in her <br>Just adequately stocked fridge <br>The quietudes of space that ripple between us <br>The way light holds sound still beneath the waves <br>I know these details will fade <br>Just as her attachment to life fades <br>I can see her staring out into the distance <br>Becoming less and less of this world <br>Bowing out of this flow <br>Misty-eyed moving to a place I can't yet see <br>And still, the jasmine blooms outside her door <br>Sweet perfume lingering for a moment <br>Before sighing away.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195102019-06-23T15:00:00-06:002021-11-23T15:45:23-07:00RuptureThis. <br>
This rumble <br>
Of foundation shaking<br>
Trembling beneath the surface<br>
Rippling uncertainties outward<br>
<br>
This. <br>
This frenzy<br>
Of frantic grappling<br>
To secure precious belonging<br>
Shattering all around<br><br>
This. <br>
This keening<br>
Of landscape changing <br>
Shifting our relational edges<br>
Mapping fear faultlines<br><br>
This is rupture<br><br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68194862019-06-19T15:00:00-06:002021-11-23T15:41:48-07:00WaypointThe airport is lonely<br>
A place that isn't<br>
Waypoint between<br>
There and gone<br>
Movement held in stasis<br>
As I sit<br>
Waiting to be transported<br>
To different<br>
To new<br>
To a tomorrow<br>
I am not sure<br>
I am ready for<br><br>
Too late for reservations<br>
My flight has been called<br>
Time to fly<br><br>
soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195222018-11-25T16:00:00-07:002023-01-03T16:16:48-07:00Weatheringnobody remains unchanged<br>
by the agony of love<br><br>
will we weather <br>
each other<br>
until we are <br>
seared down to the core;<br>
the stark shape<br>
of ultimate vulnerability<br><br>
or will time <br>
erode<br>
all the softness<br>
between us<br>
until we are <br>
nothing<br>
but the defensive<br>
remnants<br>
of granite resolve?<br><br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195172018-11-13T16:00:00-07:002021-11-23T15:54:47-07:00Goslingbefore<br>
I could nestle you<br>
beneath my mother wings<br>
strong<br>
waterproof<br>
shelter you from storms<br>
even those of your making<br><br>
oh my gosling<br>
how you have<br>
outgrown my wingspan<br><br>
in the mounting tempest<br>
I cry hot tears<br>
for the limits of<br>
what love can protect<br><br>
soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195192018-10-06T16:10:00-06:002021-11-23T15:57:23-07:00Angel voiceI am the one<br>
with the angel voice<br>
weaving<br>
demon sobs<br>
and all<br>
this stewarded pain<br>
into sweet-tongued<br>
lullabies<br><br>
sleep my darling<br>
release<br>
I will not forget<br>
your song<br>
I will cradle it<br>
in my breath<br>
sing it to you <br>
softly<br>
sweetly<br>
truly<br><br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195332018-10-01T16:15:00-06:002021-11-23T16:01:44-07:00Stillnessdon’t mistake my stillness<br>
for apathy<br>
my #fucks aren’t given<br>
in angry tirades<br>
battering love into submission<br>
no, my fucks are quiet<br>
the soft sigh of ego release<br>
silent night wings<br>
moving me unseen<br>
into the opened eared<br>
open eyed heart<br>
of reflective understanding<br><br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195342018-09-29T16:00:00-06:002021-11-23T16:02:58-07:00Tooli wonder what you saw<br>
mirrored reflection<br>
steamily dissolving<br>
as you silently stripped<br>
your name<br>
your history<br>
your place <br>
to become<br>
what was required. <br><br>
what did you feel<br>
as you scrubbed away<br>
your humanity<br>
in service of humanity?<br><br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195352018-09-22T16:00:00-06:002021-11-23T16:04:31-07:00StoriesWhat did you expect?<br>
I loom large in your story<br>
because you cast me<br>
as the #villain<br>
so much imagined<br>
power wielded<br>
by the empty-shelled me<br>
you forged in the fires of<br>
your insecurity<br>
your failure. <br><br>
funny, <br>
in my book you are<br>
nothing more than a footnote<br><br>
soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195372018-09-13T16:00:00-06:002021-11-23T16:05:40-07:00Touchall the screened words<br>
in the world<br>
cannot speak<br>
the poetry of <br>
skin on skin<br><br>
in my hunger<br>
i consume <br>
the emptiness of<br>
letters and consonants<br>
gorging on<br>
the poverty of air<br><br>
only touch<br>
the limbic language<br>
of connection<br>
will satiate<br><br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195382018-09-12T16:00:00-06:002021-11-23T16:06:56-07:00DischordThe days rush me <br>
in a disorienting cadence<br>
frenzied #music <br>
dancing within my mind<br>
incongruent steps<br>
plucked vibrating<br>
in erratic rhythm<br>
from each emotional string<br>
#discordant swells climax<br>
held #feverpitch<br>
while I wait, #anxious<br>
for the sweet release<br>
of resolution<br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/61342882018-09-06T22:15:00-06:002020-01-19T22:13:53-07:00Night drift<p>night descends <br>dark stripping <br>innuendos of day <br>revealing debris <br>of every little #hurt </p>
<p>I try to float <br>on the eventide <br>churning still <br>until the small voice <br>of my son finds me </p>
<p>together we <br>lash our solitudes <br>hands fastened <br>and drift beneath <br>breath counted stars</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/61342872018-08-23T22:10:00-06:002023-01-03T16:24:43-07:00Gunshot<p>the residue remains <br>gunshot particles of <br>every word wound <br>and relational bullet <br>taken and given <br>in time's magazine <br>of pastlove <br>i want to wash it <br>from the recoiled beats <br>of your bruised heart <br>wipe you clean <br>even as i know <br>it remains <br>an invisible telling </p>
<p>instead <br>i tenderly wait <br>watch <br>as each marked cell <br>slowly <br>silently <br>sloughs away</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195392018-08-18T16:00:00-06:002021-11-23T16:08:17-07:00Me Too#metoo you whisper<br>
from beneath the<br>
crushing weight of <br>
a mythos constructed<br>
from the storm god<br>
privilege of bad behaviour.<br>
you are so much more <br>
than the names <br>
called behind <br>
safe white pages <br>
of male history<br>
more than your empty marriage bed. <br><br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195402018-08-09T16:00:00-06:002021-11-23T16:09:58-07:00Pineapple WeedThe call comes in<br>
innocuous, easy<br>
your voice<br>
a counted breath<br>
a knotted beat<br>
a sweetness<br>
not unlike <br>
the tender waft<br>
of pineapple weed<br>
sighing released<br>
from beneath<br>
uplifted steps<br><br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68139982018-08-01T08:00:00-06:002022-03-25T04:26:05-06:00Blood of the CovenantShe isn't blood<br>
but comes<br>
when I call<br>
panic opening black<br>
wings in lungs.<br>
She listens<br>
hears the tight underneath<br>
as I choke on the <br>
loosened debris<br>
of feathers past. <br>
She comes <br>
breathing air into my <br>
squeezed heart<br>
We are not blood<br>
shared tears make family<br>
<br><br>
#micropoetry #family
soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195422018-07-28T16:25:00-06:002021-11-23T16:11:00-07:00MissingI miss sleeping next to you<br>
The soft whir of our space<br>
humming under my skin<br>
it was asked if it mattered<br>
unconscious together<br>
It matters, <br>
in the deep marrow<br>
of dream breathing<br>
in the animal longing<br>
whimpered and answered<br>
in subtle shifts<br>
of pressure between us<br><br>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68151952018-06-02T07:00:00-06:002021-11-19T07:04:37-07:00Trust, She SaysThis is who you are <br>
she says<br>
this space<br>
of sacred beauty<br>
this ocean <br>
of moving moments<br>
a sigh deeply knowing<br>
from subtle<br>
ways of being<br><br>
trust, she says, trust<br>
you don't have to try<br><br>
i smile, quiet<br>
within the worldmaking<br>
that unseen hums<br>
beneath the surface<br><br>
this work,<br>
the transmutation of pain<br>
into wild structures<br>
of connection<br>
is a lonely calling<br>
for I am always just beyond <br>
my own creation <br><br><br><br>
#poetry #creation #whoareyou #whoIam #justbe<br><br>
soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/61342902018-05-02T22:15:00-06:002020-01-19T22:14:59-07:00Prayer<p>Take my hand love <br>take it and hold tight <br>for we are both here <br>cornered by the snarling rage <br>that is your depression <br>Take my hand <br>and let the subtle pressure <br>of my squeezing presence <br>be enough <br>to know I am here <br>to know you are not alone <br>in this cage <br>made of molded pain </p>
<p>Take my heart love <br>take it and heal yourself <br>for we are both here <br>wounded by the lashing legacy <br>that is relational war <br>Take my heart <br>and let the soft constancy <br>of my singing blood <br>be enough <br>to know I am here <br>to know you are loved <br>in the fullness <br>of your complexity </p>
<p>Take my breath love <br>take it and fill yourself <br>for we are both here <br>failed by the fumbling inadequacy <br>that is my words <br>take my breath <br>and let the quiet buoyancy <br>of my whispered stillness <br>be enough <br>to know I am here <br>to know you are heard <br>in the depth <br>of my sea </p>
<p>My love <br>you matter <br>to the hands that <br>trace your name <br>you matter <br>to the heart that <br>pulses your name <br>you matter <br>to the breath <br>that calls your name <br>home.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/61342912018-04-04T22:20:00-06:002020-01-19T22:16:03-07:00Home<p>My love, you are my home <br>Key fitted perfectly <br>to unlock <br>the safety of belonging </p>
<p>You are my home <br>Enfolding space I come <br>to disrobe myself <br>of pretense <br>of emotional distance <br>of defense <br>to stand in the smallness <br>of my vulnerability </p>
<p>You are my home <br>Sturdy shelter crafted <br>by a language of trust <br>that sees <br>that hears <br>that breathes <br>my story back into my compass song <br>when I am lost </p>
<p>You are my home <br>Place of returning <br>a constancy that holds <br>against circumstance <br>against time <br>against attrition <br>against the wounds the world cuts <br>upon my fragile skin </p>
<p>My love, you are home <br>so know <br>no matter how far <br>the footfalls of day lead <br>I will always return <br>to the warm hearth <br>of your heart home.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/61342922018-03-29T22:20:00-06:002020-01-19T22:16:49-07:00Therapy<p>You come to me <br>with tears in your heart <br>holes and rips in the shape <br>of all the orphaned stories <br>that are lost to you <br>a song that is scratched <br>in a skipping loop <br>jumbled poetics <br>searching for their meaning </p>
<p>Your eyes ask <br>if I can sit in suffering <br>not just any suffering <br>your suffering <br>your personal battle wounds <br>raw and bleeding <br>if I can hear your pain <br>without flinching <br>without running <br>if your despair <br>is as safe with me <br>as your joy </p>
<p>you say you feel small <br>unworthy of your own integrity <br>of your shine </p>
<p>my dear one, I see you <br>in all your disjoint beauty <br>in all the ways your pieces fit <br>even the ones that have not yet <br>found their way home <br>You are so much more <br>than a catalog of experiences <br>You are a piece of art <br>as complex as you are moving <br>unique and powerful <br>in the courage <br>of your vulnerability </p>
<p>I will sit with you <br>as you heal from within <br>for I am not an answer <br>but a bound space <br>holding your unsafe truths secure <br>I am not an answer <br>but a question <br>patiently opening your locked doors <br>I am not an answer <br>but a mirror <br>reflecting your story, witnessing your pain <br>I am not an end, merely the means <br>With eyes that see you <br>With ears that hear you <br>With a heart that weaves <br>all your wayward pieces <br>into a cohesive whole. </p>
<p>#healing</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/71577452018-02-02T14:00:00-07:002023-02-21T07:35:12-07:00Air<p><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">you say</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">you don’t want to take up space</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">uncomfortable in the presence</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">of your voice.</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">within the expansion</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">of your observations</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">I wonder who taught</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">you to be so small</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">to deflate asphyxiating</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">into the smallest</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">version of yourself.</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">I want to unfold you,</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">to unravel the defence</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">of your invisibility</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">until your breath</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">is as salient as mine</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">until the painful pressure</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">of my loneliness</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">in filling</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">all this relational space</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">singularly</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">deflates along</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">with the blown up</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">balloon edges i have held</span><br><span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);">taut with all my hot air.</span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022732017-12-17T17:00:00-07:002017-12-20T23:10:00-07:00Masquerade<p><span>Your invitation didn't note</span><br><span>that masks were required</span><br><br><span>when I joined your</span><br><span>October masquerade</span><br><span>I came naked face</span><br><span>tender hands</span><br><span>as we fluid bonded</span><br><span>within the musical strains</span><br><span>of our mutual pleasure</span><br><br><span>and when, beneath</span><br><span>the soft snowfall</span><br><span>of November's ballroom,</span><br><span>our eyes danced</span><br><span>as you kissed me still</span><br><span>I thought the catch of your breath</span><br><span>revealed a beginning</span><br><span>rather than obscuring an ending</span><br><br><span>see, I only had eyes for you</span><br><span>I didn't know this</span><br><span>was less a date</span><br><span>and more a party</span><br><span>animal themed</span><br><span>within the savagery </span><br><span>of social niceties.</span><br><br><span>so when you donned</span><br><span>your magpie plumage</span><br><span>plucked from the</span><br><span>epiphanies of summer</span><br><span>I couldn't see that </span><br><span>your corvid gaze</span><br><span>was looking through</span><br><span>the kindred spirit</span><br><span>of my teal-winged eyes</span><br><span>parading postures</span><br><span>before the empty room</span><br><span>all my held space</span><br><span>afforded you.</span><br><br><span>I didn't hear</span><br><span>that masked owl</span><br><span>in the shadows</span><br><span>preying quietly with</span><br><span>taloned words</span><br><span>and the contortion of</span><br><span>turned head retrospect,</span><br><span>a romantic kind of danger.</span><br><br><span>for you see</span><br><span>owls kill magpies</span><br><span>and every true magpie knows</span><br><span>there is safety in numbers</span><br><span>in mobbing threats</span><br><span>through built tribe trust.</span><br><span>I long ago inked her</span><br><span>long-tailed clan</span><br><span>upon my back</span><br><span>to have my back.</span><br><br><span>still, my thin skin</span><br><span>is no mask,</span><br><span>my magic doesn't come</span><br><span>from costumed defense.</span><br><span>It has always been</span><br><span>humbly present</span><br><span>in my close kin connections,</span><br><span>the way I unmask myself.</span><br><br><span>imagine then, how small</span><br><span>how vulnerable I felt</span><br><span>as you unveiled</span><br><span>the hidden world</span><br><span>of your masquerade</span><br><span>while I stood</span><br><span>in the center of</span><br><span>all the lavish word finery</span><br><span>an unadorned fool.</span><br><br><span>after all</span><br><span>every magpie knows</span><br><span>one is for sorrow</span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022722017-11-18T17:00:00-07:002017-12-20T23:09:10-07:00Neverland<p><span>they find me</span><br><span>these broken boy men</span><br><span>wounded</span><br><span>by the isolationist culture</span><br><span>that created them</span><br><br><span>they sit before me</span><br><span>bleeding</span><br><span>their words, trauma, and light</span><br><span>(but never their tears)</span><br><span>into the chalice of my understanding</span><br><br><span>my mother instinct</span><br><span>has always been strong</span><br><span>the space of my holding</span><br><span>soft. vast.</span><br><span>Wendy in the never (ending) land</span><br><span>of lost stories and souls</span><br><br><span>they think I am safe</span><br><span>I am. and I am not</span><br><span>for my mother love </span><br><span>slowly dissolves </span><br><span>the dissociative magic of stasis</span><br><span>gently coaxing infectious pain</span><br><span>to the surface</span><br><span>to be felt. heard. healed.</span><br><br><span>this is my gift</span><br><span>and my curse</span><br><span>the creation of safe space</span><br><span>for unsafe self-truths</span><br><br><span>each time after</span><br><span>as I drive home</span><br><span>alone</span><br><span>all the unshed tears</span><br><span>from the eyes of their</span><br><span>desensitized PTSD</span><br><span>spill from mine</span><br><span>a transference counter</span><br><span>to the complex lonely needs</span><br><span>of my grown up heart</span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022712017-11-13T17:00:00-07:002017-11-14T10:04:02-07:00Grains of Sand<p>He bullies me still<br>long past the carnage of divorce<br>in barbed words and cold dismissal<br>of the stretch scarred landscape<br>of my motherhood.</p>
<p>He writes and rewrites<br>the history of our together<br>as though his pain could<br>change the tangents of time<br>As though he was the<br>the colonial author<br>of a story that isn't his;<br>figments to justify the<br>the bitter taste<br>of his vulnerability</p>
<p>I watch quietly<br>as he dismantles my past<br>a tiny dictator desperate<br>to control every narrative<br>even as they fall through<br>his tightly clenched fingers<br>as irreverent as wayward<br>grains of sand.</p>
<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022672017-08-27T18:00:00-06:002017-09-21T03:57:11-06:00Surrender<p>Surrender</p>
<p>In the midst of the crushing<span class="text_exposed_show"><br>my mother love turns inwards<br>soft edges of hard truths</span></p>
<div class="text_exposed_show">
<p>She says:<br>my fierce wild one<br>your determination is<br>tautly built bridges<br>of traversed hardship<br>Strong grip <br>tempered mettle</p>
<p>Your determination is not what is needed in this.</p>
<p>Your love is<br>deep cavernous callings<br>of transformative connection<br>Dripping notes <br>heart-strung songs</p>
<p>Your love is not what is needed in this.</p>
<p>Your shine is<br>bright searing exaltation<br>licking the edges of night<br>Smouldering words<br>burning catalyst</p>
<p>Your shine is not what is needed in this.</p>
<p>My dear one<br>forgive the solitude<br>of your singular voice:<br>your <br>one will<br>one heart<br>one light</p>
<p>Forgive your vulnerability<br>your humanness<br>your limitations<br>and let go.</p>
<p>Surrender <br>that raw resolve<br>bleeding heart<br>blazing light<br>to<br>flow<br>time<br>providence</p>
<p>to the magic <br>that is so much more<br>than this one <br>small moment</p>
</div>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022662017-06-03T18:00:00-06:002017-09-06T05:18:06-06:00Oathbound - Prose<p><span>The wind is singing in the trees, the night swollen with untamed mystery. Every moment with you has a timeless quality, as though I were searing them each in real time into the storied memory of my deeper self. The wind is in the trees, the sensation of that wild power already enmeshed swirling in the lingering taste of your ravenous lips; entangled in the incorrigible pounding of my heart through my flesh. I don't want this to end, the way I experience you as both an evanescent moment and an incandescent promise. I don't want to watch you leave me, I want to draw you back with the magnetic pull of my fervour for you. All this and more fills me as I watch the curve of your back, and the measured steps you take towards tomorrow. The mist of rain tingling on my skin. The tendrils of my hair lifting ever so slightly to the turbulent sea of air all around. The heat of your body still rising within me, like a waking dream. The expresso cadence of your voice still sliding down the softness of my wanting skin. The notes of blue morning running through me, subjugating me to its insistent truth, that I am yours, already oathbound to our visceral connection. </span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022702017-05-16T18:00:00-06:002023-01-03T16:26:03-07:00Minutia of Day<div>During the long days</div>
<div>orphaned thoughts float</div>
<div>through currents of mind</div>
<div>unanchored</div>
<div>unwritten</div>
<div>unsaid. </div>
<div></div>
<div>I want to write beautiful words to you</div>
<div>to paint the colour of my desire;</div>
<div>the depth of my love. </div>
<div></div>
<div>I want to be the reason your laughter fills your room. </div>
<div></div>
<div>Yet it is the minutiae of day</div>
<div>that become the weight-bearing bones of us</div>
<div>small cells of time strung together</div>
<div>to create the shape of our forever. </div>
<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022652017-04-27T18:00:00-06:002017-09-06T04:46:12-06:00Layers<p><span>If love is stripped in layers</span></p>
<div>peeled in tiny ribbons </div>
<div>of shredded dismissal
<div>from the casing </div>
<div>of hearts home</div>
<div>If love flakes away</div>
<div>in such small increments</div>
<div>dismantled by time and neglect</div>
<div>until it is nothing</div>
<div>but the dusty artifact</div>
<div>of a lost emotional civilization</div>
<div>Then surely it is also built in layers</div>
<div>a spackled patchwork</div>
<div>of small moments and small words </div>
<div>that seek restoration </div>
<div>rather than ruin </div>
<div>that build upon the </div>
<div>good bones of what</div>
<div>already is.</div>
<div>Surely each thoughtful stroke</div>
<div>deepens the colour rich</div>
<div>art of we</div>
<div>until the two of us </div>
<div>are a living mural </div>
<div>of our already shared life. </div>
</div>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022692017-04-24T18:00:00-06:002017-10-27T17:38:36-06:00Sacral Calling - Prose<div>The imprint of your fingers is on my skin, last night lingering like a thin meniscus held in place by the subtle tension of my longing for you. Your words tell me you want me, love me, desire me. Your words ring in my body like a bell, and yet it is your fingers that spill love notes onto my paper skin. Your fingers tracing the shape of the space I inhabit, as if you were learning the contours of me. Your words, a gift, and yet your body had already whispered what your lips were afraid to say, that you have lost and found yourself within me as deeply as I have within you. </div>
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<div>No-one has touched me the way you do, as though I were a sacred landscape to experience rather than to cultivate. As though I were a sacred song that you let vibrate the strings of your being rather than plucking discordant. You delve deeply my love and I cannot help but feel that you do see me, your eyes rich with light and shadow calling that chthonic sacral swell within me. A call, primal and true, to which my body answers over and over...and that song, ringing overtones of rightness between us. </div>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022682017-04-18T18:00:00-06:002017-12-20T23:13:07-07:00Silver<p>You fit so easily<br> into the minutia of my life<br> As though you had always been<br> hidden within the colourful threads<br> of my woven life.</p>
<p>This is how you come to me<br> sparkle of silver within<BR< an already full life. </p>
<p>Silver<br> intuitive call of body magic<br> weaving spells between us. </p>
<p>Silver<br> moonlight shimmer on a darkened sea<br> quickening the moist edges of tidal longing</p>
<p>Silver<br> alchemy of emotional sychronicity<br> a merging so bright<br> —so soulful—<br> that I cannot imagine that we were ever apart. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022642017-04-16T18:00:00-06:002017-09-06T04:38:28-06:00Unfurling - Prose<p><span>I wanted to tell you I love you within the first days. I didn't, holding back, afraid to rip the delicate tissue of our still merging filaments. Each night as the elixir of your voice-- sweet as harvest wine--filled me up I wanted to overflow into your arms, into the softness of the space you held just for me. I ached to have you, all of you, within me, around me; to welcome you to find home within the landscape of my body. Torrid words rise within me, endearments still moist from the wants of my impatient lips. Still I wait as an us slowly unfurls, a transmutation so precious, I want to to cherish each subtle shift; each sighing moment.</span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022632016-12-19T17:00:00-07:002016-12-20T03:54:39-07:00Appreciation<p dir="ltr">Heart-sister, <br> conjoined tidal song<br> resonating from within<br> the deep waters of time</p>
<p>Yawning ebb, <br> yearning flow<br> between the life-shores<br> of our liquid connection </p>
<p>To me, <br> you shimmer<br> the goddess held magic<br> of dancing waves </p>
<p>Sun glitter<br> mesmerizing<br> within swirling patterns<br> of sensient reflection </p>
<p>An initiation<br> A call to mystery<br> the blue swell rise <br> Of synergy’s currents </p>
<p>You are<br><br> Wind singer,<br> Lore keeper<br> of the shared world<br> I call home</p>
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022612016-12-12T17:00:00-07:002016-12-13T08:21:45-07:00Fallow<p>we lay fallow in each other’s arms<br>dreaming beneath the cocoon weight<br>of the people we were <br>within the people we were with <br>we lay fallow <span class="text_exposed_show"><br>having seasoned the harrowing<br>of past love<br>fallow within the dormant scaffolding<br>of resurrection</span></p>
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<p>too soon the gentle light coaxes<br>a wakening to tomorrow<br>seeded beyond<br>the quiet field of us.</p>
</div>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022622016-03-06T17:00:00-07:002016-12-13T08:28:20-07:00perspective<p>for a moment I remembered<br>a different you <br>than my storied perspective <br>of a shared past</p>
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<p>I remembered<br>and all the wounds<br>of youthful indifference<br>melted <br>into the fortitude of your lean body<br>so beautiful in the moonlight<br>it hurt to breath</p>
</div>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022602015-10-12T18:00:00-06:002015-10-13T14:52:51-06:00Want<p>She tended you like a garden in the desert</p>
<p>Roots searching beneath sand and time<br> for the long drink called love<br> always just beyond<br> cracked plains of an arid heart</p>
<p>You were so thirsty, ill equipped to<br> persevere through yearning droughts<br> The taste of scarcity still sears the edges<br> of expectation</p>
<p>You know<br> Plenty is a season<br> An abundant face hiding the long bones<br> of want.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022592015-02-28T17:00:00-07:002015-03-01T02:22:54-07:00Cracking<p>There is silence in the cracking of things unseen<br> In the disintegrating threads of the memory of love<br> There are some words that cannot be spoken,<br> That cannot be given shape within the edges of consonants<br> Thoughts drifting like lost continents on the sea of separation. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022582015-01-02T17:00:00-07:002015-01-03T02:41:52-07:00Coffee<p>I open my cupboard and inhale deeply the comfortable smell of coffee. <br> This is the mark of you in my life<br> for I never developed a taste for bitter<br> Even you,<br> sleepy eyed before the wafting tendrils wander<br> through house and dreams<br> nudging your mind towards wakefulness<br> even you cannot claim you have a taste for bitter,<br> heaping sweetness as you do<br> letting each beautiful granule dissolve<br> No you do not let bitterness mar you tongue<br> you taste only the complexities of sun on leaf,<br> loam of time and place,<br> tiny signatures painted upon your lips<br> and I, immersed as I am in this tender world<br> of steam and pressed ritual.<br> They say scent is the doorway to memory<br> I stand on the hinges of space breathing in<br> each lingering marker of you<br> And smile.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022572015-01-02T17:00:00-07:002015-01-03T02:45:18-07:00Diving<p>I parent alone now <br><br> The anchor weight of <br> of each fragile floating tear<br> drags me beyond the distance line<br> into murky depths<br> of sleepless night guilt<br> alone. <br><br> Even the buoyancy of joy<br> bends within me<br> a pressure differential<br> between what is held inside<br> and the external landscapes<br> of the word “family”<br><br> There is no us<br> it has sunk beneath<br> the deep<br> Litter too far fallen<br> under the pressure of our past<br> to ever be safely recovered<br><br> I don’t miss you<br> I miss the decompression<br> of a partner<br> the equilibrium of ear upon word<br> of a shared knowing<br> that breathes<br> with equal force<br> past, present and future<br> all balanced on the thin edge<br> of together. <br><br> Moment pass<br> dissolve like bubbles<br> of air into skin and bone<br> I must keep them all<br> written on the fragile shoreline<br> between memory and time. <br><br> Singular I am a guardian<br> of all these passages<br> I worry that details<br> will slip from my hands<br> droplets flowing back into<br> a nameless ocean<br> of solitude<br><br></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022562014-12-07T17:00:00-07:002014-12-08T02:53:12-07:00Statistics<p>You left<br> Told me it was impulse<br> the spontaneous desire to be anywhere but here</p>
<p>Later, when I cried<span class="text_exposed_show"><br> you cited grief & sadness<br> a bibliography of loss<br> to support a conclusion <br> of laissez faire uncaring</span></p>
<div class="text_exposed_show">
<p>there is an irony here</p>
<p>You stay there<br> experimenting with happy<br> a rogue scientist<br> leaving behind the rules <br> of evidence</p>
<p>From a distance<br> your statistics are inherently flawed<br> manipulated madness<br> from a sample of one<br> There is no causation<br> only loose correlation <br> between reason and desire</p>
<p>I have my own theories<br> observational studies<br> based on patterns of loneliness<br> that I use to extrapolate<br> the probability of my own significance</p>
</div>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022552014-07-01T18:00:00-06:002015-01-03T02:46:42-07:00Space<p>There was never space<br> within the lean lines<br> of your fortitude<br> for even the question<br> of me<br><br> For insistence of words<br> or persistence of presence<br><br> I asked<br> held myself taut<br> against the buffeting wind<br> The sound of<br> differences between<br><br> Answer enough perhaps<br> in the lonely exhale<br> of your breath and mine<br> The howl of our<br> disconnecting pressures<br><br></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022542014-04-22T18:00:00-06:002014-04-23T02:24:26-06:00Mist<div>
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<div>She sleeps in your bed still</div>
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<div class="im">A fragment of half-remembered dreams</div>
</div>
Feeling with no substance</div>
<div></div>
Her words linger, cloying</div>
A perfume opening sweet</div>
With high notes of memory</div>
Taking leave in a finish</div>
Of bitter let down<br><br>
</div>
She stalks my phrases</div>
<div class="im">Haunting nuance<br> Laying upon my meaning</div>
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With the subtle<br>Doppelganger smirk of</div>
"I came first"</div>
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I want to peel her <br>from my skin, my words<br>From the shape of my desires</div>
<div class="im">Pull her distortion<br> From my anger<br>And claim what is mine</div>
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Without the need to defend</div>
Against what was hers<br><br>
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She will fade</div>
Mist dissipates in the heat</div>
of the morning sun<br><br>
</div>
I watch, wait</div>
<div>For your eyes to stop</div>
<div>Tracing the imprint of loss</div>
For your ears to finally stop</div>
<div>Ringing with the resonance of remembrance</div>
<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022532013-07-17T18:00:00-06:002015-03-01T02:28:34-07:00Arrow<p>Your singing eyes pull<br> The arrowed lines of time<br> Feathered edges<br> Dragged memory<br> The bowstrung song<br> Of a name quivering beyond&<br> The shape of my lips</p>
<p>Each mark jars<br> Loose a remembrance<br> Jagged thought<br> Pierced continuance<br> Splitting the furrows<br> Of these tree ringed lives<br> Colliding concentric</p>
<p>I am struck<br> In your marksman gaze<br> Shaft nested<br> Heart shot<br> Welling with the droplets<br> Of our remerging<br> Bright as the fire sung blood<br> Of distant music. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022522013-05-11T18:00:00-06:002013-05-12T14:34:03-06:00Somehow<p>Time drips slowly<br> Into all the cracks<br> Of fissured hearts<br> Broken anguish<br><br> Somewhere<br> Along the fault lines<br> There is magic<br> Waiting to peck open<br> This worn out shell<br><br> Somehow<br> The settlement will spread<br> Dust shrouds<br> On exposed words<br> Dulling the forgiven edge<br><br> Someday<br> The wings of lost holdings<br> Will shake out<br> The caged light<br> Weighted shadows<br><br> And I will peel heaviness<br> From crying vestments<br> Denude into my naked smile</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022512013-04-27T18:00:00-06:002013-05-06T16:10:41-06:00Orpheus<p>I am as Orpheus<br>spent of my song<br> that I ripped <br> from the fragile casing<br> of my tears;<br> from despair.</p>
<p>I am as Orpheus<br> walking towards a tomorrow<br> that is behind me<br> told not to look back,<br> not to let my torrid eyes<br> rest on the face <br> that calls to me <br> from within the dreamscapes<br>of memory<br><br> I am as Orpheus <br> begging the makers <br> of time and fate <br> to grant me this one <br> one stay of execution<br> bartering conditions for <br> the smallest margin of hope<br><br> I am as Orpheus<br> haunting this ghost town<br> moving through desperately<br> believing that you<br>my love<br> are behind me<br> one breathe away<br><br> Believing <br> that if I just keep going <br> through this languid story <br> that somehow I will find <br> the strength to hold on<br> just hold on<br> until the darkness falls <br> away to reveal the light <br> of your heart stepping flush <br> against the beating wilds of my smile.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022482013-02-23T17:00:00-07:002013-02-24T13:02:50-07:00Selkie<p>I am landlocked<br> Held cracking against<br> The parched lips<br> Of an extinct sea<br> whose name was desire.<br><br> I lay myself moist<br> Before hard edges<br> Of unforgiving horizons<br> While the ancestral<br> Memories of tides<br> Pull against<br> Sadly crescent eyes<br><br> I chant my name<br> Ceaselessly<br> In a piercing mute cry<br> Lest I forget<br> In this shriveled bed<br> The strange sound<br> Of my lush singularity<br><br> Remembrance is<br> A slick coat<br> Easily slipped off<br> To skirt the shores<br> Of abundance<br> But impossible to mold<br> To the drying hands<br> Of time.<br> <br> I am of two<br> Worlds flowing seamlessly<br> The quickening surf<br> Between shadows<br> Of was and not<br><br> I once danced<br> Like moonlight<br> Upon wet sand<br> And knew nothing<br> Of arbitrary lines<br> Called possession<br> <br> Now I wither<br> Held static<br> To a form<br> Landlocked<br> And dying for want<br> Of the inconstant sea.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022502013-01-26T17:00:00-07:002013-02-26T09:40:39-07:00The Other Woman<p>I am catalyst<br> Alchemist of changed time<br> Transformation of need<br> At this accelerated<br> High reaction rate<br><br> Catalyst used<br> But never absorbed<br> To become one<br> With progress<br><br> Discarded rather<br> The waste of procession<br> A cocoon shredded<br> For a better tomorrow<br><br> Somehow<br> In the tarnished aftermath<br> I react as though reagent<br> To your chemical explorations<br> Consumed in the fires<br> Of your renewed vows<br><br> For my gift to you<br> Was knowledge<br> The mapped edges<br> Of what you were willing<br> To sacrifice<br> A sharpening of perspective<br><br> And her<br> She was bequeathed<br> The smallest key called truth<br> Which required only courage<br> To find a more devoted you<br> The formula to transform<br> Leaded disappointments<br> Into gold.<br><br> I am the other woman<br> Call me slut<br> Whore<br> Man stealer<br> Jezebel<br><br> But don’t forget<br> That through me<br> You are transformed<br> And I am the substance<br> Burned away</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022472013-01-06T17:00:00-07:002023-01-03T16:26:20-07:00Shameless Abandon<p>There are habits<br> We call morality<br> Laws written<br> By unseen hand<br> On the infinite limits<br> Of infinite possibility<br> <br> Was it my orchid eyes<br> The rawness of lips<br> That refused to shape themselves<br> to the name of your god<br> That made me dangerous?<br> <br> There are cages<br> We call love<br> Bars taut<br> Beneath steel lacings<br> Of a corseting fear<br> for lost possession.<br> <br> There is power in naming<br> I could not deny that<br> On your lips my being<br> Was a songline dreaming<br> Worlds into creation<br><br> There are paradigms<br> We call truth<br> Blood squeezing<br> Beneath the beats<br> Of a heart electric<br> Within righteous magnetism<br><br> When I love you opened<br> To time unconditional<br> I knew I would be<br> Beyond social decency<br> Absolved into shameless abandon</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022462012-10-16T18:00:00-06:002013-02-24T12:57:38-07:00Once Upon a Time<p>Once we were a single language<br> Tasted on two tongues<br> We knew the landscape<br> Of words<br> <br> Upon the edges of crumbling borders<br> The semiotics of we forked<br> On dialects of difference<br> Unraveling meaning<br> <br> A heart cannot speak<br> To ears clogged only<br> With the dust of remembrance and<br> Extinct phrases<br> <br> Time has ways of wearing<br> All the structures of love<br> Into nothing but sand echoes<br> Of lost conversation</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022452012-09-17T18:00:00-06:002013-02-24T12:47:39-07:00Heartlines<p>There is a space<br> When tidal blood<br> Rushes outward<br> Pulled past the bruised shore<br> A moment of emptiness<br> of a heart unfilled<br> waiting<br> <br> It knows<br> Knows that death comes<br> not in blows<br> but rather parched expectancy<br> in the dry beds of holding<br> It doesn't take much<br> to lay a heart flat<br> <br> Still<br> even as songlines fill<br> flood home in joyous influx<br> to a heart singing<br> It releases<br> in perfect trust<br> held breath draining<br> to stand bloodless<br> on the edge of death<br> or rebirth.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022442012-09-11T18:00:00-06:002013-02-24T12:46:11-07:00Morning<p>Moon<br> crescent cut<br> from taut silken twilight<br> colour bleeding upwards<br> cradling the wax negative<br> of light slipping beneath<br> the fences of night<br> <br> Still<br> before birdsong<br> and the sound of day<br> pouring molten over<br> the eastern shore<br> <br> I sit<br> chilled quiet<br> eyes closed<br> the feeling of you<br> immediate<br> hands reach <br> into grainy silence<br> as though you knew<br> and clasped<br> <br> There is nothing<br> just wind of space<br> my heart sinuous beating<br> an electrical storm within</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022432012-08-15T18:00:00-06:002022-04-20T01:49:58-06:00Bedrock Heart<p>I come upon your truth<br> Quietly<br> Unheard in words that <br> Are casually dropped<br> Into layers of meaning<br> <br> There was no cataclysm<br> Worlds end<br> In a lowing despair<br> That is far more shattering<br> Then shrieking carnage<br> <br> There was never<br> Enough space<br> For all expectations <br> To come into themselves<br> For love unconditional<br> <br> Even gods can’t give<br> Without<br> The thin mouth of caveats <br> Integers of love dependent <br> On such delicate circumstance<br> <br> I come upon it<br> Falling<br> And lay as cold stones<br> On a lilt-less plane<br> Water pressed from <br> My bedrock heart</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022492012-07-27T18:00:00-06:002013-02-25T12:21:15-07:00Day Opens<p>Day opens<br><br> Cracking night at the seams<br> Seeds of light falling<br> Through rice dreams.<br><br> The dripping notes<br> Of night’s reverie<br> Are images beyond day sight<br> Lingering<br> As tendrils of feeling.<br><br> The lost words are<br> as the pressure of sound<br> Weight<br> Holding me<br> While the content<br> Is licked away<br> By the winds of dawn.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022422012-07-08T18:00:00-06:002013-02-24T12:42:07-07:00Absolute Love<p>Your love was an absolute<br> Which should have been a comfort<br> But wasn't<br> Steel-edged, held to a law<br> All onto yourself<br> While I messily drew<br> Equations out of quicksand<br> <br> It should have meant freedom<br> Instead it was a trap<br> Each word carefully placed<br> Within the rigid confines<br> Of Ockham's explanations<br> <br> You quantified, measured<br> With a hard held ruler<br> Units of supremacy<br> And said<br> "I love you more than you love me"<br> As though a heart<br> Could be weighed and found lacking<br> <br> I never wanted a defense<br> Against the fortitude<br> Of your gaming belief<br> That each logged action<br> Priced word<br> Was a point won or lost<br> Within the culmination<br> Of love's adversary<br> <br> Because your love was a line<br> Met or crossed<br> But never a circle closing<br> Around understanding<br> Around forgiveness<br> Around the infinite<br> Varieties of self in other</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022412012-07-07T18:00:00-06:002013-02-24T12:40:00-07:00Alpha Omega<p>It begins and ends with you<br> This feeling<br> Thirsty desire met matched<br> Drunk with eyes<br> Crashing through time<br> Holding space taut<br> that I might fall<br> Damply endless<br> Mirrored in the shape of <br> your lips<br> Softly creating my name<br> <br> It begins and ends as light<br> This collusion<br> Fitful coursing veins<br> waves, particles<br> things that are and not<br> Colliding to colour saturated<br> Tears of relief<br> In knowledge of polarity<br> Bonding open edged against<br> your heart<br> Curved pulses of pure gravity<br> <br> It begins and ends <br> And thus never begins<br> And never ends<br> Though I remember red<br> As our beginning<br> In truth, we never began<br> Rather became<br> And when these star-dust bodies<br> Collapse as dying suns<br> The black hole weight of my love<br> Is only a universe created<br> <br> Beginning and ending <br> Alpha Omega</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022402012-06-04T18:00:00-06:002013-02-24T12:37:41-07:00Silence<p>Silence<br> <br> It is swift softness<br> unheard wings<br> pulling a line<br> of death<br> <br> It is sharp lucidity<br> razor revelation<br> born where darkness<br> meets light<br> <br> It is clawed penance<br> pressed indifference<br> formed to mete<br> sophomoric justice<br> <br> It is cruel love<br> held hostage<br> teeming with battered<br> words unsaid<br> <br> We ascribe so much <br> to something <br> which is nothing<br> porous space<br> defined by absence<br> <br> In your silence<br> Is it you <br> that is absent<br> Or I?</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022392012-05-16T18:00:00-06:002013-02-24T12:35:13-07:00A World Made<p>Time<br> There are never enough<br> stretched moments <br> to cover my naked love<br> To clothe<br> To map the contours<br> Of possibility<br> <br> Possibilities<br> constrained by blueprints<br> to life fulfilled<br> to boys meeting girls<br> to bells ringing <br> and seeded rice dreams<br> of forever<br> <br> Forever<br> holds its secret irony<br> sitting messily <br> outside boundaries<br> A beggar of questions<br> one, two, how many lifetimes<br> Promises hopelessly flawed<br> <br> Flawed<br> Because time is false<br> It presents as a path<br> a golden thread leading<br> out of the darkness<br> When truly it is a heap<br> Of jumbled moments and unmade choices<br> <br> Choice<br> Opens and closes<br> Each new universe<br> So when I choose you<br> Amidst every other held fork<br> I create from blood and ripped tears<br> A world made of you, of me<br> <br> of us<br> Of time</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022382012-04-30T18:00:00-06:002013-02-24T12:32:56-07:00Ground Water<p>Sometime after<br> I sat in my car<br> Sobbing <br> For reasons beyond<br> Thought and memory<br> <br> Ground water hides<br> The cavernous hauntings<br> That trickle<br> Subcutaneous<br> A hidden wanting<br> <br> As though we live <br> Two lives<br> One in stunned light<br> The other distant time<br> Lost beneath<br> <br> Later reason resounded<br> I didn't know why<br> I drank so deeply<br> Of my tears<br> As mood dissolved<br> <br> I said<br> I felt empty<br> When truthfully<br> It was that<br> I was too full.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022372012-04-17T18:00:00-06:002013-02-24T12:30:45-07:00Unknown<p>It’s like we never met<br> The way our lives<br> Dissect away and apart<br> Lines moving obliquely<br> Perhaps parallel<br> But never crashing fitfully<br> Together<br> <br> Words are masks<br> Worn and taken off<br> By the edges of night<br> Cheerful offerings<br> To indifference<br> While the heart froths<br> Seething<br> <br> I could find, read<br> The carefully placed<br> Collections of your life<br> An unnatural truth begging <br> In the barren face <br> Of our public<br> Solitude<br> <br> Instead I gather<br> The crumbling fragments<br> Of memories shaped<br> Into rolling mounds<br> Pleasurable agony<br> And wonder if I ever knew<br> You.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022362012-04-13T18:00:00-06:002013-02-24T12:28:45-07:00Pretty Girls<p>If the pretty girls knew<br> That their faces <br> Would buy more than drinks<br> Hands twitching low<br> Curved cunning high<br> <br> If the pretty girls knew<br> That even changed rules<br> Are pressed against<br> The rigid edges<br> Of fair compensation <br> <br> If the pretty girls knew<br> That the words<br> "You are are so beautiful"<br> Were less a gift<br> Than an expectation<br> <br> If the pretty girls knew<br> That beauty plays<br> Shell games empty of more<br> But always the possibility <br> Of less.<br> <br> If pretty girls knew<br> That silence<br> Was the currency <br> Bought by their perfect<br> Unheard lips<br> <br> If they knew<br> Would they barter<br> Their face <br> For a sturdier fate?</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022352012-03-28T18:00:00-06:002022-05-10T11:01:32-06:00Together but Not<p>You and I<br> Are not so different<br> Eyes shaded<br> In the same vein<br> <br> Veins percolating <br> With droplets<br> Of time passed <br> As water<br><br> Our lips<br> have kissed in <br> memories and torrents<br> of air and light<br> <br> We touch<br> because our bodies <br> dissolve over again<br> Sloughing into space<br> <br> We touch<br> because currents pull<br> matter attracts<br> Tides are more <br> than longing pools<br> <br> We are both moons<br> And planets<br> in dancing orbit<br> and are bound<br> <br> Together but not.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022342012-03-13T18:00:00-06:002013-02-24T12:24:31-07:00Expectation<p>I learned<br> Not to expect<br> To gather up whimsy <br> As though it were <br> The hallmark of <br> A truthful freedom <br><br> Truthfully <br> It was less freedom <br> Than a narrow binding <br> Of hope <br> <br> We were the kind <br> Without <br> Without events, birthdays <br> Without knowledge <br> Of certainty <br> <br> Even without expectations <br> I came to know some <br> Expect nothing <br> Expect silence <br> Expect pain <br> <br> Expect to find <br> That without <br> There is very little <br> To fence in friendship<br> No lines to define <br> Or give grace.</p>soramusic.ca