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Poetry, Wisdoms, Thoughts, Musings...
Insights into oneself...exploration of one's soul and spirit..I believe we all
eventually "find" ourselves. The search begins when we are young..when youth and naivete` are our comfort area. It's not until we reach our own time and place that we can truly come to some fashion of contentment.
I must say "thank you" to my special friends for encouraging me
to put my own thoughts into words...for without their constance about me
I'd have not reached this place.
Reading here, you will find many moods and personnas. Some are my own..some may be credited to others..all have meaning and a wonderful blend of character and personality. I hope you enjoy.
The Place
The Place?
How long does it take...
That we come from where
we were?
Rising up from the dark
in which one cowers?
From a somewhere which is
nowhere?
To reach The Place?
And with what effort must
we strive?
Against what odds?
Overcoming what obstacles?
Do we stand alone?
Where Is the hand of hope
guiding us
To reach The Place?
Do we stride boldly?
Or..with timid, tentative
measures?
Do we reach The Place
in our own time?
If one has their own time?
in which to reach The Place?
And in the end
to have arrived in The Place
who is there?
Is your Place mine?
Will I discover that I've
reached
the somewhere...which is
nowhere?
Is this The Place?
- CTx 1997 -
Truth
For Tim
Words struggling through
a
connection of throbs and
pulses..
Voices inaudible...no timbre
inflectionless
Hushed thoughts delicately
urged into symbols
rushing swiftly to a spirited
man-child
Friend of mine
adored and cherished
Revealed with trust
engendered over time..yet
The daemon of loneliness
raises
its fearsome dread again
Crumbling the facade
reality writhes to the surface
There is but one way
to the moment of light
Touched by gentle essence
of man-child
Holding faith while mid-air
leaping
..straining for the grasp..
wordlessly beseeching..don't
fall
~CTx 1997~
The Stone
For Pooh
Cool and smooth within my
grasp
The Force I’m told as I
clasp
A spirit quietly dwells
within
Eyes closed I search again
Focus..relax..let it come
The healing energy that
touches some
Is it felt? Heard?
Is it there?
Do I dream chase...or wisps
of aire?
The ancients’ trust has
been intoned
From dawn of time within
this stone
Who am I to question such
?
Believe......have faith.......it
offers much
- Ctx 1997 -
Daughter
We once were joined
where the shoreline held
the sea
I the shifting hourglass
sands
You submerged in saline
waves
We whispered -
touched -
murmuring the myths of ancient
desire
found only in goddess wombs
The storm horizon lay waiting
to break
Now isolate
My curled hands pinned
affix your whalebone cap
Your battle attire arrayed
by fngers blood pricked
Arms crossed swords
I am Demeter and Andromedra
a weaver of flaxen seasons
into constellations circling
a storm's eye
You are ship and crew ballasted
dancing in flight through
waves
with billowed sails straining
against mast and rigging
The sextant of our mother's
mother
in your hand
measuring the distances
between
my star filled night
and your dolphin chase formation
The storm again will break
for you
- Sheila Killingsworth '95
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