POETRY 2001

I just read this poem at our solstice party(more than a year after I'd written it) to open the circle. It seemed appropriately encouraging to a group of people who came together to feast and share their creativity.

It was an awesome gathering. Thanks to all who came. Long will I remember all of us laughing and singing together with the sweet sound of Joshs guitar carrying us through the longest night of the year.

OUTRAGEOUS

There is so much inside me,
yet my tongue finds herself stuck.
Glued to the bottom of my gums.
I want to share, to free
the treaures buried in gobs of muck
but when someone comes
I hide! Deep inside.

Would that I could,
rip open my mind.
I know I would find
many a friendly, helping hand
to sort through the pile

Things dark, or silly, petty, or grand.
To hold me a while,
as I sit and feel,
what is real
and what is not.

And there in the stillness,
I could let go of my illness.
The cold silence, the rage so hot.
I cast it all off and stand clear.

Shivering with relief,
I watch my fear and my grief
sink into the earth,
melt away in that vast hot density.

There, in that amazing intensity,
I stand with the whole human race.
Healed and healing,
an open joyous feeling.

Naked souls in sacred space.
Arm in arm around the earth.
Here I claim my place
and know what I am worth.

Nevermore will I heed
that abject apologetic need
to bury, to cover, to hide the scars
away from judgements ire.

NO! I have walked through fire.
Stood naked beneath the stars.
My hands have shaped dragons from clay.
My heart has dreamt me flying.
No more wistful crying.

I'm ready to play!
Come on!
Poetry is contagious!

Fear gone,
we
can
be
TOTALLY OUTRAGEOUS!

Nov 18th, 2001