evolving


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Lead me over stony pebbles

And deep-rooted paths

To the sounds of the universe

Evolving

Empty words

Trailing like the tail

Of a comet

Lighting my mind on fire.

For now,

It is only the smell of the earth that matters,

Rotting leaves and dark soil

In the fragment of bark

And small things that

Have been buried awhile.

 

March 28, 2015

 

 

For A Moment


sunrise

sunrise

For a moment

The silence had roots

And clung to me like

A light cloak

With a bed of stars

Gleaming in its velvet folds

Black, purple, light

Settling in for

A deep night.

 

And I breathed,

Again,

Deeply.

 

 

Years Later


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My fingers reach deep,

deep into earth’s womb,

curling round hot soil

where her pungent roots seek ground

and shelter for her rich bones

asking to be buried

In latent memories,

and warm tears,

like soft rain

to carry her home.

 

Karen K L Espaniola         July 13, 2014

 

 

Ode To Uhaloa


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Day 6:

Ode To Uhaloa

You, who draw from the well of being,

Breathe in with your roots,

The elements that keep us all alive,

The soil we consume, the air we breathe,

The connective space that holds all together,

Not empty,

But full,

Extending, reaching in adulation

To the light

To be crystalized, glistening rich

with oils and fine hair like velvet,

Small but vibrant,

Insignificant yet radiant,

Offering,

Sacrifice,

Giving,

Gift,

I ask permission

To take, to taste, to hold, to absorb, to internalize, to breathe out with you on my lips,

On my skin, on my tongue and finger tips,

I Thank you.

“Word-Hoarder” Awoken


 

 

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I try to hear a word in passing,

And pause, looking back

To you,

“Word-Hoarder”

tapping that

Space,

Between breaths,

Silence,

before noise,

matter,

My mind

A surreal zone

Trapped in rough bark,

Plunging in

a vision without emotion,

Stunted roots without time to sprout.

 

How do I live without love,

How do I feed my heart

Without poetry,

A barren limb alive without living,

An Empty cavern dark without phrases,

A broken chant without sound or meaning.

I ask, I demand drumbeats

Driving sharp spikes inward,

Bleeding roots ripping spirals

Of heart breaking turf’s fresh soil,

Up-turned earth ploughing

Unmarked graves of words,

Gutted and unburied.

 

There is no place to turn but you,

A sleeping phantom of deep seed knowing,

An ancient tree with severed branches growing,

An awakening of a thousand sunrises glowing red

Chanting on the tip of a copper tongue,

Shaking free a universe of stars for words,

Pleading with an empty bowl,

Please,

Poetry for food that my heart might be fed.

 

March 22, 2014

 

Poetry

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