Poems and Phantasms

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Beauty

I got beauty in me

that needs to come out, songs

you never heard, stories

in my bones and fire

in my eyes, too bright

to keep secret

 

yes, the sadness went deep

down to the source, pain

and joy, all soaking up

into spirit and

there it goes

pouring out like water

shining out like light

and singing

 

look at me

look at this new day

this life

this world

gifts, all

Drawing Lines with the Light

“La Rebeyrolle (municipality of Saint-Priest-la-Feuille, Creuse, Fr), early morning pilgrim’s departure on the Way of Saint James” Havang(nl) (CC A-S A 3.0)

The darkness passes through me.

It would sour my tongue and poison
my blood. Disdain
from one grandmother,
despair from the other.

Pain finds pain and merges, muddying
the source. Sometimes sinks so heavy
it begs for a name. This gift is sharp,
finding the edge of me.

Let it seep out from the holding
cells, deepening my breath
to make room for the shadow.

Unlocked space is forgiving,
gentling the nightmare in my bones.

Drawing lines with the light,
the chosen pieces of me rise
into dawning.

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