LaLa

There’s a crack in everything
that’s how the light gets in
– Leonard Cohen

Soil me.

Let your magic hair tickle secrets from my thighs,
as you sing our ragged future through my soul.
There’s no turning back (you fine furry fuck).

You are my man. My sorcerer.
Majestic, you move through the crack in my everything.
That’s how your light gets in.
That’s how you help me breathe.

Your fingers move through the spaces of my bones
as you shoulder loose the gloaming of another well-lived day.

You are it for me, my LaLa.
If only you were home tonight,
connecting constellations
for the monkey on my back,
balancing a lotus act
along its crooked track.

Brenda Warren 2014

 

Written for Elizabeth’s Day 2 prompt.

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nullInspiring transcendence,
a lotus blooms in monkey’s hand
as it dances alluring stories
on the sloping curve of my back.

A strange kinship radiates bold wishes
between us, and we sleep
until devious monkey
wakes and stomps out
its joyful song through my torso’s
enchanting labyrinth.

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This piece is from the wordle found at The Sunday Whirl, where poets create pieces with a dozen specific words and post glorious results.

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Turquoise and lemon stories pour
as a kinship dance weaves torsos
through life’s vibrant liquidity
uniting spirits
inviting everyone in.

River, bear, and bird
Buddha, hope, and prayer
music plays while lotus grows
and Luna’s fair face glows.

Hands reach across walls
to engender convergence
and paint the city alive.

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The prompt at One Stop Poetry ask that we consider graffiti, or street art. This piece is based on the work of my community in conjunction with the University of Great Falls art department. A picture of the mural tops the post, and you can see close ups of it here. Julia Becker, the artist behind the project, adds beauty to our community every day.

This is my first post at undercaws.  Until today, I posted my work at Beyond the Bozone and another new wordpress blog, gathered stones. The Bozone is closing, stones will gather.  While this blog is underdeveloped…it will grow.  Thank you for stopping by and leaving your imprint here.