May 21 2008

Karmic Lament

Tag:Anne @ 13:58
If you're new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!I have opened so many doors For others to walk through; I have loved so often and well; I have forgiven so many times That the leafy shreds I use To bind my wounds are worn as well and Sigh for my deliverance. Love, deliver me [...]

May 21 2008

In the Mist

Tag:Anne @ 13:52
My lover used to come to me In my dreams and Wrap herself around me Like the mist curls around the cattails On the edge of a pond. She would lift me and We would float together On our dreams, Entwining as lovers do, Lifted above the worlds of impossibility.     My lover used to come to me In my dreams and Lay her head on my [...]

May 09 2008

Discovery

Tag:Anne @ 21:48
Discovery I am always looking for you. Is there Grand Central Station in Limbo? If so, I am standing in it. I am always looking for you. I thought I glimpsed you a couple of weeks ago. But I dismissed it. I want to see you so much, I just thought I saw you everywhere. Then last week, I was sure [...]

May 09 2008

Archipelago II

Tag:Anne @ 21:34
Archipelago II The islands of the Aegean Archipelago Were scattered like the islands in Her memory of Helen. The largest was the landscape of love, Shared, then lost, the most populated with memories. Then on to the most craggy of the lot: Rough spots, cliff-hangers, if you will– Some that had left them dangling by a fraying rope, Some whose views from the [...]

May 09 2008

Archipelago III

Tag:Anne @ 21:28
Archipelago III Islands keep appearing. Some slowly, Some jutting up abruptly, Some playing Hide and Seek Like my dream lover. She appears, she disappears, She is angry, hurt, Sometimes consoling, But always indignant, Justified, always right, and Alone. Alone is the largest island: Safe, a fortress against feeling, Like Jonah in the Whale. The islands that jut up in this Sea of Consciousness are Small but potent: The most rugged islands [...]

May 09 2008

Archipelago IV

Tag:Anne @ 21:27
Archipelago IV These islands are my own; Still they are uncharted as yet. The first crude maps gave only An imperfect representation, Like an old sheet of Polaroid film Whose development had stopped Somewhere in the process Leaving only a suggestion of What was there. The later maps got the distances correct: 4,776 miles to London; 4,508 miles to Glasgow. But from which island? The largest [...]