Sunday, February 11, 2018

Amy



how many people watched her die and
cheered her on cause she was so Good
figured she was too good to age
cracked that bottle open before she was ripe
her spirit grown old before the rest of her
outpaced her time on this plane
took her cascading down the shrunken rivulets of Joy
the battered body careening from stone to stone
how many people watched her disintegrate
applauded
and celebrated her death-defying leap
from the heights of her voice and vision
to the jagged depths
      how many?


 

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Memento Mori





the dead girl I didn’t know
time’s orphan
eyes fixed in painted stare
feet bare to walk the path of light
hands yet entangled in the stuff of a life
to steal the diamonds from the eyes
of those still trying to capture
to hold her

sweet summer child
what exactly were you thinking?

our species in peril along with all others
the biosphere changes
            doesn't cease to exist
life always returns
in one form or another
unless or until it doesn't
my prayers are for future generations
our children to the 7th generation
who will see the devolution
of societies
of polities
                        of economies
and experience the anomie
that has always been at the edge of the broken world
inhabited by poets and dreamers

temples to godhead built
from the stones and bones of the Mother
the voices of eons of souls
interred in her capacious womb
crying out for remembrance
as memory crumbles away
leviathan asphalt skin suffocates the clamor
 the demands to acknowledge the fine roots
the web of tomorrow’s juicy appetites

tangled roads of history winding
through the unplumbed depths of Now
birdsong like glass shards sparking the electric dawn

I touch the hieroglyphics of your skin with my fingertips
hills and hollows
ridges scars and rough spots
like a blind woman learning Braille
seeking the answers to whispered questions

darkness falls like an act of mercy
how far can you fall into Nothing or roll away
the stone from the cave of the heart
loneliness of a shooting star burns a trail
the maddening smile of the Void



© 2018 pamela twining

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Remembered Kisses


i hardly knew you
yet i had known you
all of you
in that Place
where all the spheres and hemispheres are dancing
Light and Colour
pulsing with the movement of the universe
no Place no Name
no Two

you Are my Dance
flowing through me, Music filling me
when I am empty
earthsong, starsong
leaving trails of light
as the sun the moon leave trails of light

you are my Dance in Summer
Air heavy with the perfume of honeysuckle
and new mown hay
Valerian Dreams
and Shadow of Hawk circling
to take me riding on the wings of heaven
climbing ever closer to the Sun

Dance in Circles! Spark and shine!
Pierce the veil of night
With fire!
A fountain of falling stars
swirls against the blue-black sky
which lightens to the sweeter sighs and rustlings
of Morning come
too soon

you are my Dance of Winter
ice crystals sparkling in my hair
spinning spinning on the ice
in the crisp cold air
Dancing to songs of Death and Hope
of Life to come

the Joy of Rest
the sharp ecstasy of winking out
only to reappear
somewhere else again

my Dance of Autumn
butter yellow sunlight pouring
rich and sweet, air spiced
with the sharp scent of burning leaves
the sere metallic odour of glorious Decay
and the Heat of remembered kisses
your soul spilling into me
flowing over with your songs

you are my Dance in springtime
i open to you
and you open in me
the golden Heart of the Music
warming and awakening life
humming from beneath the earth
along unseen pathways
flowing like waters
freed from Winter’s blessed chill

you are the Dance beneath the Sea
the Dance of dragonflies spiraling in summer Skies
of cool gum-sweet pine forests
of the Queen of Heaven’s radiant Crown
your Songs a Passage
from Light to Light
from Dark to Dark
and Dark to Light again
Ancient, Eternal
Awakening that Love without which
Nothing


 

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

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you, who were kissed
by the maid, joan of arc
on the eve of her triumph
so long ago
held aloft by your mother
in the air wild
with bells
offered in joy
to her shining lips
      were you branded forever
      with the fire of holiness?
      did your starved limbs fill out
      with the promise of bliss?

touched by the soldier maid
sent straight from heaven
surrounded by angels
and god, the electric
      did your heart swell triumphant?
      was your voice raised in song?

you, who were brushed
by the passage of destiny
kissed by wonder and joy
one bright night in your youth
held
for a moment
by the hope of a nation
      did your soul grow inside you?
      did it matter at all?
 
 
© pkt 1979

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Patron Saint of Missed Opportunities



                                                                                  For my Mother
I        

 

a tall cool beauty all legs and delicate bone structure

luxuriant russet-glinted waves of dark brown pouring over shoulders

and before the gleam in her brilliant hazel eyes died for lack of love

she could have been a movie star

the boys had buzzed around as if she were the Source of all nectar back then

                her era Golden                 

her mind and heart at war

a woman breaking Free and terrified

pristine atmosphere, oxygen shy 



she married her brother’s best friend

devilishly dark and handsome

the features of his unsung Native ancestors

cut through the fog of her virginal awareness

quickened something unimagined even

in those bleak post-Victorian days when young girls bled unknowing

sure they were about to die

generation and its means spoken only in whispers

the language of pain and fear

but Love! o Love! a pure and glowing thing somehow

in an age of Photoplay superimposed over the necessities of blood and fire



the first night did not go well, nor many nights thereafter

he had no time



what was the true effect

coming of age in those black & white days of twin beds

and Hayes Acts and whitewash

it seems as if childhood was a sitcom

where Father’s life was a gyroscope of its own centrifugal force

pulling all into spiraling selflessness around it

the definition of nuclear family fails

when the center of gravity implodes

ashes ashes we all fall down!

like the plague

marriages made in apr├Ęs war sickened and died

blackened and burned

children half orphans

grandparents aunts uncles all far away in the atomized explosion

of a mobile society

 

II         



the river keeps flowing

sweet juicy bodies swell on the vine

peach fuzz cheeks, firm ripe flesh

every generation is the First one

sure no one who knows anything has ever Been here before

arrogance innocence or not so much

we see our age reflected in the eyes of our cohort

this Hot music has never been made in all of time

we are the First

until all interventions inventions and no control

the confidence arrogance withers along with flesh

sliding from beneath the skin

leaving paper coating

fragile wizened sagging

whence that golden sweetness

electric juice of yesterday?

the images I see

those vanished

who will not know this world again

(ah well, there's always reincarnation but you never know)

those beads slipped off the chain into the vast heart of darkness

jitterbug jive dancing on top of the world

everything's new unspoiled faultless

Big Band Big Sound

riffs purloined from people so far down

why would they have anything you need?

but they have Soul

will you steal their souls

refill the tanks with stolen fields and jungles

claim their history for your own

wear their clothes their ornaments

can you pray to their god?

she dances

notes sliding sinuously into her inherited body

her burning spirit bread in a starving land

water in the valley of death



the scales fall from the eyes of the year

in crimson gold profusion

Fall away Fall away

buried beneath winter's mast

like a leaf from an earlier slaughter

the hollow shell of a nut

food for worms



can she step out of eternity to touch the living breath again?