I awoke
always first, sustenance to the little loved one
next a quiet moment
stillness
She purrs in contentment
coffee glides down like liquid love
Thanks be to time
which gifted these moments
Findings and workings of history
gave us right now
Grateful
Breathing
Morning sentiments
Alone in my thoughts
without you
The river rose above its banks
as the rain in the night passed by
prints from night animals
and driftwood
still fresh where they lie
I remembered Your enchanting smile
and mountainous heart
distant
memories to me now
The black-capped chickadee and cardinal
as captivating to me
as fire to a cold wanderer
My heart warms with the thought of you
And I move on
Like you did
Like the still raging river
Some thing is hitting me hard. I can’t even see it. 1000 lightning strikes in my fingertips; 1000 floods in my heart.
Something has been buried, but I never got to go to the funeral. 1000 memories stuffed in synapses in my mind. 1000 miles I would have walked if I’d known I’d get to say goodbye.
Something inside is throbbing, not just the daily aches and pains, remorse and regret, creeping feelings. Thousands of them, swimming, then nothing’s left.
Something needs to be felt, not figured out. 1000 changes, 1000 wind chimes to signal when it changes direction.
Wrote a poem list night from a bad dream, inspired by the tower card. It’s kind of a magical, dark fairytale about trauma responses, in our most vulnerable relationships.
They’ll say she’s crazy,
For predicting the truth
That they all, deep down inside
Have the power to drop the other shoe
A whispers trace away
Only unknowns save the day
One can never tell
What moment it was
When she cast her own spell
It is madness
Born of a caged child’s tears
A feared tower built so high
She throws herself from it
Every few years
Each time it gets steeper
The price ever taller
The depth of this child’s fears
The moat grows deeper
What is this curse
of cunning she prays
She was only a girl,
had no choice but to stay
As one man betrayed
Mother looked away
As one man betrayed
Time pierced her Spirit barricade
Now with every tick
Of a clock no one sees
The awaited bomb deafens
Scoured by her company
Darkness lives within
Only the broken can satisfy her brokenness
Calling out, abandoned dogs,
Knowing she will someday free them
She will hold and coddle their egos
until they’ve had their fill
Then they run scared,
after her doubts crack their seals
“Why”, she silently moans,
“Why can I not look away
Why is it only this curse is my lot,
I am a Magnet to the highway.”
Because memory is all you know,
You cannot hold what does not hurt
You cannot know the solid
They feel that you yearn
For deeper seas
For sadder pain
For the rush of fury
For the pouring rain
Step down tonight
Lay down this dream
Carry me home, to the sky, dark Moon,
To my Queen.
Head to my Instagram or my music page on FB for the livestream of love! Be there or be somewhere! See you all of a sudden!
The dawn greeted our hermit
Cool it was
Wind swam through the thorny vines
Dewey shrubs
and tall tree shadow lines
I dreamed of the absentee’s return
The whisper of the path which led to me
The window held my vision
As my eyes drifted
No explanations
Sand crept into my shoes this morning
On my trek away from isolation
In the dark
The Star illuminated
My lessons
Though still dim, they tasted
Of potent potions, salt, fantasy oceans
The chapter I began today
Spoke of caution, beware
Of self-neglect – dear hermit –
Let that light be your guide
Sacred compass
I am the gift to which I bestow
To you my love
Feeding your inner glow
Only when you re-member
Stitch back
The missing pieces
Can affirmations be upheld
Rejoiced, embodied
Love increases and releases
Bless you my sprite,
Rebellious child
I’ll hold you in the dark
The light
And foster you
Wild.

anita lorraine moore 