poetry from another dimension

love poems sucessful and unsuccessful

the missing

image from indy files
now i know
space inadequate to
reveal the tug
of ropes of feelings
longing covert
subversive connections
unrevealed
numb oblivion
worse
than
painful longing

potion of the ancients

elixir of transformation

seed of ecstasy

stretching of the heart strings

reaching through space
to feel the infinite you
igniting memory
launched across the ages
folded into a tiny
moment of
missing

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myriad jackets

Myriad jackets
None quite right for the weather

Like potential partners
This one, not warm enough
This one too long
This one needs a softer lining
Or a stronger collar to weather the cold

The temptation to stay home is
Oh so powerful
But then
Something might be missed

An interesting joke at the corner
Told by a newspaper man in a rain hat
Or the beauty of cold clean snow
Or even
The occasional rainbow

A kiss when it’s not expected
Or the mutual belly laugh of the intimate
Mmm maybe a beautiful sigh
Or a moment of protection
From a splashing car
Or an unkind relative

no, this is not a day to stay home
just because you don’t have a jacket
nor is this a day to stay alone
just because the fit is not perfect
or fear holds you back from the thing
you want the most

put on your jacket and get out there
let the rain fall on your face and whisper
a thousand sweet nothings
heard by only you
there is nothing to lose and only
experience to be gained
maybe getting a little wet
from the rain seeping between
the cracks
in your heart
or raindrops falling on your head
a little rain never hurt anyone
my mother used to say
you never know what you can find in a puddle
and sometimes the imperfect fit
turns out to be the perfect fit
after all


the inbox

Click

it’s over

yes that and that and that

all gone

years of history

this person who no longer exists

assimilated as she was

into

a new form

morphed

evolved

(one hopes)

but her mail

still sits

congested in my

inbox

click, unsubscribe

notices of events

no longer to be attended

click click unsubscribe

sales on items

the desire for which has long ago been

abandoned

click click

those digital ideas

unsubscribe, click click

take up space

they have

a lot of weight

click, click

who knew

the power they would have

in keeping us from

moving

forward

oooooh,,,,ohhhhh…

i remember when he wrote me this

ohhh….

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©exitsbyalice


love song, to the mysterious cosmic lover

One day
strolling the ethers
and there you were
shimmering divine being
pranic circuits flirting

us, sitting together
on the rings of saturn
playing with mergence
and emergence,
magnetic fields ignited
by the pulling away
like taffy


and staying together
like friends

that was fun
and very sexy

“Eros’
velvety whispers

in a convolvulic ear
the space between
tasted
by the pores of the skin

once the theologian
sat across the table
black overcoat
steady gaze
cerebral circuits
humming
announcing
love only known
in separation
divine or
otherwise

heard
it was a mystery
yet to be
revealed
in understanding

now, on those rings of saturn
I knew
melding together
pulling apart
the space between
the only space
of touching

you or
love or god
or all that is

this space between
the richest of treasures
beauty of the together
revealed only by
the space between


this singular life

this singular life
days on the proving ground
ended

long winded attempts
to render this life
more significant than
this mind
perceived it
to be

in the process
rendering it
less significant
than in fact

it was

the most potent of all moments
being those spent
brushing Toshi the cat
before he died

would that every moment
of the rest of this life
be full of love
like that

proving nothing to no one

then this life
in the living
would be significant
indeed

 


great art

does great art require

a broken heart

 

maybe

 

the soul

shines through

(or so it seems)

when we are broken

open

there can be

{{*no*}}

{{*contrived*}}

{{*answers*}}

 

in the house of love

 

let me be spontaneous


or sink

into the neverland

of those

whose hearts

are

free


crumbling chains

along time ago
i sat on the banks of the rivers edge with
my grandmother
tribal elder that she was
she had a way of turning baking cookies into
the answer to a lifelong prayer
or the solution to the mysteries of the universe

I was leaving my marriage
and it seemed strange to me that
something I had promised to do forever
was undone by forces
beyond my reckoning
how was one to ever keep a promise
in a world like this?

and she said
“sometimes, Natalie
maybe all the time
it’s not about you
a relationship serves a purpose
and then it’s done
and so you thank them
and bless them and release them
with the words
“i wish you happiness, prosperity and peace”

and you, being the sensitive soul that you are
are likely to feel and hear their subtle scorn
their unkindness
their snide remarks
their ridicule
as they depart
your not having met the expectations
they had of you
when they courted your affections
and you respond
“I wish you happiness prosperity and peace”

for your job in life is not to meet another’s expectations
and their job is not to meet yours

for every relationship is about completing something
and the only way for anything to be complete is to
end it on a loving note.
the only way.
and if you wish them happiness prosperity and peace
rather than being pulled into their derision
then that of course will be returned to you
a million fold, from a loving universe.

I wish you happiness prosperity and peace, folded it into a paper airplane
and with a puff of air from my broken heart
sent into into the atmosphere far across the ocean