Exiles

Alphonse Mucha, Mars, 1899

voices decanted from a forgotten vessel

stirred in my bowl of belly senses

with care and precision by the manager

oblivious to a warrior child impatiently waiting

unspeakables falling out of her pocket

as she drums into creation

a newborn dragon nestled in ash

one eye open and searching

heaven’s detours for a

never-imagined journey

along illuminated slopes

slippery with meteoric insight

ecliptic signposts alchemized in timelessness

newborn galaxies explosions of awareness

unmarred unwounded unknown

slow cautions Saturn

feel and flow

sky as sea

reflecting black iris depths

from the edge of her abyss

a living volcano driving upward

lava roiling in her heart

cooled by eternal divine waves

she claims invisible Mars

her pockets inside out empty

with a nod she removes her helmet

and sheaths a broken sword

“I am the Sun!”

a sea of tears whispers within

I am the stars

Mars unfurls her baby wings

Voice

At ten

secrets leaked

on yellow pages

“Bruises on my Soul”

Innocent heart

nudging in shadow

sensing

lifelong land mines

Keys swing

on my hip

but locks

on Medicine

dissipate on

my tongue

Beckoning heart

Rousing

an inherited impulse

to unlock

Everything

Noisy

Should

do this

for dreams

to gain this

like we did

in our time

in our prime

Are you trying

Nothing worth having

comes easy

and you’ll sleep

when you’re dead

Look here

aren’t you glad

Thoughts & prayers

Go this way

not your way

It’s you

or them

and there’s not

enough for both

Only

Only

internal spaces

exist uninterrupted

by crisis

by celebration

Only

through places

sublimely untamed

by logic

by caution

Only

creation embraces

undeniably unhindered

by them

by me

by us

Northern Swap

Flip flops for slippers

Swimsuits for fleece

Charcoal for salt

Blonde for brunette

Sunshine for candlelight

Fireworks for Christmas lights

Open windows for crackling fires

BBQ for casseroles

Playgrounds for trampolines

Speed for caution

Noise for serenity

Summer’s memories stored

Winter awaits

I am the woman by Kathy Elliot

A fellow blogger who writes an exquisite blog about Rome sent me the following poem.  Reading it reminded me of how powerful I am, how immeasurably magnificent all women are.  I hope it does the same for you.

I am the woman –  By Kathy Elliot

I am the woman who is unstoppable
I am the woman
Whose dreams are immeasurable
I am the woman
Of a different breed, unbelievable
I am the woman
Of all times, incredible
I am a woman
With passion and purpose, unspeakable
I am the woman
Who decides where I should fall
In this universe, unpredictable
I am the woman
Who refuse to lessen my dreams
To meet man’s expectation, inconceivable
I am a woman
Of greatness and this greatness
Should never be compromise, remarkable
I am that GREAT WOMAN.

Lost in Town is not a typical travel blog, but rather an online holiday due to the writer’s use of language and beautiful photos.  I encourage you to visit Rome at: http://lostintown.wordpress.com/