Wednesday, May 9, 2012

May 5th

This night is thick with animated air
pulled into a dance with the great diva moon.
She rises from the East, golden, uncaring,
and the women's drumming that I carried
since morning in the marrow of my bones
lifts out into the deep shadowed garden.

This day the labyrinth walkers followed
each other around the planet, wave
after wave, holding the center.
This day the passion of Mexico,
earth and fire, creates a festival.
Everywhere energies merged into beauty.

The night is a tuning fork, still quivering
with music. It is woman energy, man energy,
the power of May.

7 comments:

  1. Lovely evocation of Cinco de Mayo and the SuperMoon. I especially like your line "The night is a tuning fork...."

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    1. Thanks so much Maureen. I almost didn't add it!

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  2. nice..you are like the herald of may...and there def is magic in it...really like that second stanza...we did not get to see the supermoon much as it was cloudy...

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  3. You're back. I've missed my poems. I neeeeeeeed them. Like I need my coffee. They are my scripture. My sustenance.

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    1. I'm working on the proof of Late in the Hammock of Night. Will rush, rush first edition as soon as it's ready.

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  4. Ooo...this is inspired!! I love walking labyrinths, so meditative and soul connecting! I love this portion:
    " She rises from the East, golden, uncaring,
    and the women's drumming that I carried
    since morning in the marrow of my bones
    lifts out into the deep shadowed garden."

    Excellent writing!

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