From her kitchen window
we watched the wind
Animate a wind sock
That told us when
It would rain
The kitchen door had a special
sound when it closed,
it sounded like a
bell, a jingle.
Because she cleverly
rigged it up.
Hot espresso on a cold winter
day, with honeyed spoons
spinning and twirling
My chair next to the radiator,
and the tomato sauce on my
plate ready for scooping
with warm bread.
verdancy,
fresh tendrils,
spiral spun.
jewel of the woods
flourishing’s begun.
The slow twist of the mist
from rainforest’s rug,
where vines like anchors
can swing and tug,
from delirious duff
to dizzy canopy
airy soars,
treetop balcony.
air so dense and
wafting streams,
leaf cutters crawling
among sunbeams.
nightime jaguar
onyx-blue flickering
stalking past trees,
she’s writing the
rainforest’s grimoire.
The morning
Is richer when
coffee is brewing
and the steam is
mixing with the
frosty windows
A little voice opens
the cash register “Ka-ching”
sells you a turtle from
your living room
and bonus surprise is
It’s a turtle baby inside
You give her cash but
she says her shop is free
and so you insist, I better pay
thee
How else is a shop gonna be?
The morning is yawning
with crusty eyes
that coffee doesn’t fix
tired sighs
but on a warm wash cloth
one relies
Good morning loves
the day’s a dove
cooing in the warmth,
apricity
winter lingers longer
making bird song
stronger,
Coffee. Water. Warmer,
Cinnamon for sure.
I’m hoping that the spacing turns out better than it did with my last post. I have written the poem in notepad and copy and pasted here. That changes the layout.
What does it mean
to ask?
For more time,
more presence
being held when sad
Can you please
hold a space for me?
In your heart
while I am struggling?
Can you please
offer your support while
I am trying to make a living?
What about him and her
who have no home?
what about that life inside them?
Do you really believe they did
not try?
to ask, to find a way,
to be listened to?
They say a friend in need is
A friend indeed,
but I see a lot of
loneliness,
a lot are penniless.
Having no pennies is not as
bad as having no home,
no belonging dwelling
How do we ask for help,
when even if we get the courage
~which is hard enough~
no one hears
and no one sees?
They remain unstirred
while we beg on our knees
mental illness on the rise
the genetic framework is the disguise
our society needs
a community
our economy needs
more unity.
How can we become a better people?
How can we ask: Collective please 🙏🏼
Please bring us sanity, compassion, and humanity?
🙏🏼💛
Will you join to support me?
You are born from,
And live in, abundance
Your heart’s beating
does not require
Your thoughts
Your happiness
Your emotions
You live with a ticking. A Regular gift.
That helps your lungs join with the wind
That helps your mouth merge with the plants,
receive water through your
cupped hands
Your body is alive
Without your mind to govern it
only brain 🧠 and
body as one harmony
in call and response
In ups and downs
walking left, right, left
talking , opening and closing
breathing in, and breathing out
jumping
What a gift it is
to seek out another day’s senses,
events, sunstreams, roses
coffeetalk
How will the sunset look tonight?
How will your belly feel from your
nourishment?
How warm is your blanket,
how cool is your sheet?
Drifting now,
Drifting deep, into the clouds
deep into the woods
what shapes do you seek?
what shadows on the wall?
Abundant, malleable, earthy life
Transform it with your thoughts
Transform it with your might
Open and close your hands
A baby learns to clap
One more step
One more lap
Old and new, and new again
Walk this road
go around this bend
You are born from oceans
resplendent with fish
and starlight-reflecting
whale’s song, whale’s wish
a ginormous beating heart
Abundant —
in the matrix,
from the start
My Body is a poem, a place, a magic
I want to be everywhere
but my space is mostly packed-in
here
San Diego’s blood vessels
San Diego’s bone
maintains my home
with lite neurochemistry
density does appear
sparks within me
ligaments and teeth anchor me
strapping together my earthen loam
calcium channels help me roam
with acetylcholine, fascia
Piezoelectric-nourished dome
my ocean-heart pumps life in aquamarine
I sailed here first with my mind, never seen
almost everywere I dream
becomes true
true-blue, with
Faith.
A magical carpet ride through the fabric
of space
and time
allowing for rhyme
allowing for choice,
This voice
and most of all, more dreams take place:
Here.
Now.
San Diego’s air.
I stretch my leg from left to right
Make sure each set of toes are in sight
I reach to the right. I reach to the left.
Past each shin, beyond its crest
I reach my hands out,
loosen grip, within without
Bring my hair down;
Nose to my knees,
falling gradually,
straightening my crown
Bowing down to the roots of trees
Next I try to occupy the space of a split
still out of reach, I admit
Getting closer to the floor
Trialing each maneuver with my core
Breathing through each pore…
This is my first poetry day 1, for 30 poems in 30 days: one poem per day. I used the prompt “out of reach.” Using prompts to write anything is new to me. I think I tried once with a short story. So I am literally stretching myself. So how perfect for this to be my first poem! I hope to make it back tomorrow, and the day after that, and after that….
Happy writing!
P.S. Happy Mercury Retrograde! 🌟⭐️🌟
The entirety of who I Am
Is wrapped up and co-mingling
with
who
You Are
We are connected anciently, dynamically
Metaphysically
the oneness of us is a snug
sung hug
Like an iceberg, but warm
melted but firm
Like submerged and unformed
But solid and chosen
Joined and intentional
There is a peeking, glimmering opening
To US
I can see it in my mind’s eye, glinting
I can hear through whispers, shivering
Our nature is rupturing in unbroken rebreaking, thread-bearing openness
I can see the strings where we are joined
turn golden
as the sunlight rises upon our fractures
illuminating our contours
I can smooth your edges with you
As you smooth mine.
We can weave together in a new way
as we recognize our separation together with our wholeness intact and replete
overflowing into new dimensional awareness
We are never not.
We did not ever,
never exist
.
water falls from the sky
tired of holding back,
release me from this cloud.
she snakes onto the ground
finding surfaces that take her downhill
slipping at moments, running fast
she gets stuck along the way;
pooled up, tears surround her.
the ground gets so heavy; it’s so wet.
how can she hold back anymore?
there’s no where to go..
she’s the farthest downhill she can go
she’s at the bottom.
The bottom’s bottom.
This is more of a “coffee chat” blog post. Although I have not tried to write in that style per se. There’s a blog share that I often read with the topic of the “coffee chat” but I’ve never tracked back to who hosts it. Well, it’s not the time to do that now because I’m just flowing…
Tonight it occurred to me that I have a pile of letters that I wrote to my grandmother while I was growing up. In 2020 when she passed away at the age of 99, and maybe a year later, I received the letters back.
I put them inside of a drawer without a deeper thought than, “woah” as I bumped up against versions of my former self I wasn’t quite ready to visit, yet.
When the time is right, I’ll know. But it’s been at least over a year since I actually put the letters away in a drawer. Those juicy memories might all come flooding back. There might be uncomfortable memories…too…
And, then, there’s gonna be just a lot of emotions. So I am on ‘pause’ with it.
Has this ever happened to any of you? It feels like a treat, or a special pastry I’ll be able to enjoy at some point in my future once I get over whatever fears of triggered memories might be inside—or maybe just missing her and the past, and getting those strange glimpses into the past through a time capsule I hadn’t planned on stowing away for later opening? Sigh. When the time is right.
Astrological pairing:
Universal: Mercury (planet of communication) stationing Direct
Personal: Mercury is Stationing Direct in my 1st house (4 house from my 10th house —father’s mother), conjoining my natal Neptune, which is currently still transiting my 1st house (which relates back to paternal grandmother). The fact that it’s in Pisces ♓️ shares a little bit about dreams and ideals, and maybe I just convinced myself to get to reading those letters sooner than later. Or start with one a week or something, so I don’t get overwhelmed (Pisces). Natal Neptune is in Sagittarius, so it’s likely I will be inspired by the letters and the topic will probably be about traveling the most of all.
melted dark chocolate
hand-drizzled on a candy cane
positioned on a graham cracker stick
for dream walking
hats off to the warm gingerbread baking in the oven
while we lick the frosting freshly made
messed about on our fingers, spreading icing
with song‘s flav
hearth lit 🔥 and cocoa steaming in the kettle.
hanging with that marshmallow snow outside
is the song 🎵 of the seasons lingering in the air from the records revolutions
adding to the momentum like floating clouds
the smell of pine needles and the early setting sun glowing up on the rafters
I will see the stars tonight, on this long night of 14 hrs.
butterscotch nightcap and the old Sprites
yen for more blackberry honey mead
one more toast to the night in radiant jubilation
for the
the gift of the sight,
its rising nature
the way the sun, love, air, heat, & ascension
are always lifting up.
chimes of the clock mark my optimism
for even at midnight both arms point high.
rainbow colors are
mixed differently
half drawn
into a sketch
stretched onto a surface of
fitting in, trying, that is
room for everything
tangled by
the light in the center
with strings
horizons multiply
and the thick scent of vapor
freshens the tablet
we all have eyes
seeing out, seeing in
everywhere is news ,
events
then there is just sitting
and smiling
sitting in the center of a mess
satisfied by
by the sketch in progress
never done
not worrying about how to
tie it in a bow,
story-coat it.
Click on the link/picture below to visit the rest of the Cheer Peppers Team:
the sound is crashing
flowing and fresh
pounding energy
generating flesh
rejuvenating rainbow
chakras aligned, aglow
we will live the way we
are designed, aligned
we can transcend the mountain
by flowing down
its terrain
misting up and fueling
the heart with great stretches
bringing down rain
rest a while here, and
generate energy.
Ka Malana ©2023
my heart is full of sunsets
the ocean,
and the sound of your name.
it beats like a drum pulsing steadily
upon our bone throne.
my bones amplify the frequency
and house our spirits’ timbre
which transduces across my abdomen
as my lungs rise.
with each breath,
a vacuum is reclaimed.
your mind is full of ponderous wonder
like the craters on the moon, you sink
deep into thought shadows,
your feet and shoes disappearing
altogether
as you try to weight yourself down to
“sink in.”
my eyes are confidants;
as I listen to the stories of lonely
ghosts, I watch their energy quiver.
https://www.thenakedscientists.com/articles/interviews/listening-heartbeat-ocean
in the beginning
i’m rising like a landmass
uncarved like Pangea
unbridled like a dragon 🐉
whose fire finds the hero by
skimming along the craggy coastal line
overlooking colors, scanning its domain
yellow warm lay the grasses
pleasant in the sun, combed by the wind
deep green rise the forests
protected humus layered depths
tangling tree fingers spread with skies
fractals finding spaces to replicate
nature’s expanse
this Earth’s anchor is a morphic reminder
that nothing is solid
we are in the center as awareness, golden
flowing molten iron swirling,
balancing aurora flashing green tones
while the amethyst crystal horizon line
guides us into the dusk of
our true and formal beginning: the end.
All that comes with the setting Sun.
Fiesta Estrellas 
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