All is Welcome — Poetry

When that busy day is over When that crying mouth is fed When the shaker and the mover Has provided daily bread

Returning home is rough and wild At times we are again a child Encoded through our family ways Ignited patterns start to blaze

Another year draws to an end A party beckons with dear friends What is my focus for next year As I rise to a new frontier?

A thousand ways to kiss the ground I heard a friend just say It seems at times there is just one  That’s right — ‘the only way’

That drooling smile and toothless grin And then you both are up all night  A screaming child who just won’t sleep Exhausted, drained you…

From bed to bath and back again  I seek and sometimes find A kind of freedom from the pain From mental fights of mind

In tribute to the Feminine

It is a devilish work.  This search for identity Never-endingly comparing as if that will set us free…

The clouds are gathering today Not right, not good, not fine ‘Don’t want’ is what I hear me say Not this, not now, not mine

I have spent myself I have paid it out And what now remains is the sorrow

The ‘I can do anything superwoman highs’. The focus, the flow and how the heart flies. The ‘no matter what happens “I can handle it’ chant…

When you wake up in the morning And you cannot find that sock You have planned the perfect outfit But your mind’s a mental block