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August 16, 2013

God of Wonderment

By viewingcamelot

Oh God of the smiling moon
Who watches me these many nights,
While swimming in my mother’s womb,
And blind in my first cries
You cradled me with tune
And steadied me upright.

Oh God of the dancing stars
Who stands guard over my bed,
Who sought me from afar
And resurrected all my dead
Who gently dressed my scars
and kissed my fevered head.

Oh God of the cloudless deep,
Who framed the soul of man
In flesh of day and bone of sleep
Who weaves our purposes to plan
All that is inside Your keep,
And all I am with all I can

Lifting muddy hands
Cry out Hallelujah
Holy, Holy, Holy!

Hallelujah
Holy, Holy, Holy!

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August 16, 2013

Liberated

By viewingcamelot

My brother slashed his canvases

His scenes of earth in motion

Were layers thick in paint

Every coating represented commotion

So in the tumult of self-condemnation

He succumbed to but one emotion.

 

I dump my words upon my words

Hoping a new layer somehow conceals

The best in me, the worst in me,

The passion I’m ashamed I still feel;

Instead of smothering my inadequacies

Each word finds a new piece of me to reveal.

 

Letting your best go off to greet the day

Requires the skill to forgive

Perhaps there comes a decisive moment

When you have given all you have to give

And you must decide to slash your darlings

Or let them leave to let them live.

 

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August 16, 2013

Migraines

By viewingcamelot

Sick, so sick my ears ring out,
“It comes again! It comes again!”
It builds a nest inside my head,
My eyes grow dim, my eyes grow dim,
It pecks for pieces of my thoughts,
My memories, my hopes, my sin
To make its bed, to make its bed,
It settles in. It migrates when
My blood runs flush
And burns my skin, my fevered skin
Helps hatch it’s brood, then

I get sick
So sick again.

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August 16, 2013

Heirlooms

By viewingcamelot

My waffle iron is an old man

who groans as he bestows

dried parcels and dark stories

from breakfasts long ago.

 

My waffle iron is an old man,

whose joints creak and shake

and every lifting of his head

is another threat of break.

 

My waffle iron is an old man

though my children leap with vim

and run and dance along their way;

He can’t keep up with them.

 

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August 16, 2013

Predicting the Inevitable

By viewingcamelot

I should always

occasionally

write a poem on death

 

While mirth still dances in

my gut

and laughter kisses me

 

I should form a stanza or two

Of death riding in on

A pale horse to reap

 

So when the fellow offers me a ride

those waiting on foot

can read the crumbs left behind,

 

 

and say ‘she knew it all the time.’

 

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August 16, 2013

Windbent Wonder

By viewingcamelot

Black branches stretch your limbs

Before the sore and swell of time

Ages you against the wind,

Against the bend that shapes these crimes.

 

Blackest limbs, embrace the sky

Before growing in the crevice

Of fiercest pressures to bow or die

And forget the flowing heavens

 

Somewhere above your crooked frame

Take one last look at flaming stars,

Before the wind has made you tame,

And you’ve forgotten who you are.

 

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August 16, 2013

Mortal Enemies

By viewingcamelot

Sorrow used to come at me
With a sharp drawn in its hand
And stab and swing and sever
And I was naught to understand.

Then it knocked upon my door,
But I scarce would let it in
Until it crept off in the dark
It’s blade to whet again.

Now we meet as strangers,
Who recognize the other’s face
But can’t remember if in a dream,
Or in this wicked place

We once fought as enemies
Dealing mortal blows;
Sorrow’s, to teach me misery,
And mine, to cease to know.

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August 16, 2013

‘Til Death Did We Part

By viewingcamelot

Grounded,
And it would be so sweet,
But for your final resting place
Tossed somewhere far from me.

Grounded,
And the dirt that is my keep,
Would sit so soft upon my skin,
If we could share this sleep.

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August 16, 2013

Emotional Postcards

By viewingcamelot

From the miles,
Across the sea
Of asphalt and tire
And melancholy memory
I remember you;
Nights we grieved,
And laughed, and hoped,
And, as one, believed.

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August 16, 2013

Function is Beauty

By viewingcamelot

Does the magnificent butterfly
Shedding her chrysalis
Shed also tears -to cry
Or reminisce
Of caterpillar feet,
Big lazy days,
Big leaves to eat,
Simpler, unsightlier ways?
Or does the pain
Of breaking free
Erase the stain
Of all that used to be?

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