Death, Grief, Mine Na Poems

Down in the grotto of my heart

Down in the grotto of my heart

The swarm swells,
Into the anguish well
Where I wallow in my ancestors’ wounds
Mauve and violent, flame-scarred,
On the train tracks

The past and present entwining,
On raised birthmarks
Through German arms…
“Great-Grams, I would have held you back”

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Death, Earthly voids & Spiritual quest, Mental Health

At the peak, prana down

The golden threads sunken under my rib cage
A make believe for me to feel less alone
But the truth is a rock face,
And I am climbing it alone
As I feel its colossal presence in my heart,
My yearning feels very small
At the summit,
My fiery phoenix never born
Only a thousand crystal shards
From my solar plexus fall into the icy abyss

Art: Jean Georges

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mythos

Moira’s nightly weaving

Moira’s nightly weaving
Beginning evermore!
Silver threads spinning pass orbiting space debris,
so delicately the bundle on spindle

Measured in spoonfuls of three
Dropped in the cauldron of quintessence
Simmering down to mortal coils
Cut with the mystic’s wand

Swirling web of blood prisms,
Poured into marrow vessels
Weld through the mouth of iron-flint fabric
To emerge the fractal fire pattern

Seam by seam….determining
How sudden is the sever day
How quick is the tangled night

Art: Sól Hrafnsdóttir

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