Deja Vu at Paper Poetry
When You Woman…
Journaling creative quirks of brain fog
“I felt a catch in my chest and a pulsing in my ears and then I felt calm and numb, with a fuzziness that I couldn’t think through, much thicker than before.” ― Olga Trujillo
When you decide to
Woman,
In your blurred, amorphous
existence —
You unleash that strength
invisible,
The sword that hangs from the
flesh, shining even in the dark,
The fire however veiled, still
burning the heart,
Drizzling photo negatives
falling in thin strips,
Mingling with your soma,
They occur in a splash,
Grips you unaware —
Making you come alive
In a way that you smell deluge
in the cloud,
See the moon peeping behind
the afternoon sun,
Envision vapour twirling with
the wind,
You become the eye
to the cosmic undiscerned,
Hard as clay
Soft as mud…….
Flying on wing-manifests
of bookmark feathers,
Lazying on gravity-defying
air stream,
You know a few drops of
rain are to die for —
Yet, you move to float on that river
like a lone autumn leaf,
Catching breath on the way to
the undisclosed,
You swirl on Adam’s ale
leaning on your base,
The base you carry within —
Hard as clay
Soft as mud…..
Bubble wrapped in air
Pop-splitting with every breath,
No. You cannot see.
As the wonders of the cosmic
arrangement lies between the lines…
When you woman —
You just need a few pearls
from mountain feet,
Touching the sleeping sage,
But the ocean withdraws….
You walk on aqua cleared salty earth
that pricks…
That tastes of honeyed pain ,
That longs to wake up
to the call of the wild,
You vacuum the cerulean canopy of
its stars, the moon, the sun,
Let life dance, tapping the soft
mud,
Embossing your footprint
on hardened clay,
‘Till time sends its receipt —
When you woman…..
Author’s Note:Thought of giving brain fog a positive twist, as most of my creative endeavours are a result of my fuzzy brain. You see, when you can’t think straight, you think creative!
Thank you Carolyn Hastings for your thoughtful tag to the topic of brain fog — clouds-of-confusion — a response to the Week 4 prompt: cloud for Déjà Vu at Paper Poetry.
Thank you Carolyn Hastings Suntonu Bhadra Indubala Kachhawa for Paper Poetry, an amazing space for thriving creativity.
Thank you everyone for your kind visit. Your engaging and inspiring is much appreciated!
