Tuesday, March 18, 2014


for Barbara

I laughed at Death again today
I laughed as only Life can laugh
snatched tomorrow from the jaws
of the bone collector
burning torment music scorching veins
the Dance not done the feet still pound
the red road, swirling cosmic dust
not bound to Earth so much
as leaping flying through 
the round of days

Fell sorcerer wielding wand of endless sleep
sends Winter's Aweful minions riding Hard
down frozen corridors of time unspoken
screaming imprecations 
hooves striking blue steel sparks 
from her milkless breast
they aim to take us Down
but at last moment we dodge aside
wresting bubbling Springtime 
from the mouths of their Dreadful weapons
and chuckling rills guffawing mountains
dancing hillsides clothe themselves again
in vibrant hued defiance

creating the universe again and again
from a wisp of idea to the plunge 
over the lip of the abyss
a Thousand tiny deaths!
a Hundred Thousand!

grasping at Life like the ring 
on the merry go round
following golden promise and
I laugh at Death, not hubris
Celebration of the life and love
of this here/now
born again in every instant
Explosions among the planets
giving birth to Stars

© 2014 pamela twining

Tuesday, March 4, 2014


it’s one for the ages
a hundred years a hundred times
and more
to live in memory to go forward
in the world unsheathed
in flesh
the bones of stories left under trees
eyes empty bruised with tales
that whisper in the leaves
like silk
like sandpaper
deep ache of stillness forced

silence stretched beyond bearing
No Words

who can hear anguish on the swirling squall
who can taste the gagging liquid
the honeyed phrases
truths unvarnished
cassandra’s awful words belling
in the hollows of history?

will you be known by what was not heard
remembered for no thing
celebrated in your absence
sung in nonsense syllables
slipping down the rabbit hole
of forgotten dreams?

or is that light
shining through the windows
eliminating space
collapsing orbs of consciousness
in upon each other
the variegated luminous beams
of early dawn amongst encroaching green
is that light
a rebirth that the motes will tell
in dancing dusty urgencies
everything that must be remembered?

i leave my bones
my eyes and flesh picked clean by the dakini
wrathful worms
eaters of the past
dark consumers who enable the light to shine
i leave my  words
my tempest travailed tortured musings
my golden whiffs of cosmic beauty
whatever deliberations seemed important
at the time

weightless in the afterworld
the idea of self
remembered and forgotten and remembered
the mysteries of life pulse
in the blood
and of my blood
mortals grow forth upon the land
and each is Memory and each is Spark!

© 2013 pamela twining