You never met your paternal Grandfather, her husband and your Dad’s Father. All your Dad told about him was that he died while potting the eight-ball in a game of pool; it occurs to you that there’s an explanation (other than your misspent youth) for your prowess with a pool cue and your chronic sense…
She Always an enigma, dwells in deep, dark currents Emerging only on her own terms, in her own time. . She ebbs and flows Revealing then passing away glistening and basking on the shore for a time. . I feel her as she nears, The warmth of her flame, Siren song beckoning. . I cannot…
Now that delicious feeling has morphed into a contracted foreboding that you just can’t seem to shake without at least two glasses of wine.
“There is a grief
Carried in my bones forever
So profound that I fear
If I meet it fully I will die.”
I’ve been tempted to judge myself as desperate and needy, indulging Mills and Boonesque fantasies of a romance with the ghost of a troubled surfer-boy from Palm Beach.
To my relief
And I dropped in..
Past the anger
Past the anguish
Down, down, down
To the grief.
To the very bloodroot of things.
“I am more awake than I have ever been… yet reeling from the dream.”
Originally posted on Joyous Woman! with Sukhvinder Sircar:
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