I’m not much for drawing, but I was inspired by the 4 year old in my life to pick up the colored pencils…and I had fun with this image that emerged during a visualization activity last week with a prompt about our feeling of empowerment and the impulse towards our growing edge. With lines from the poem ‘Trust the Shimmerings’.
It’d be cool to find someone or multiple artists to draw images to accompany my next poetry collection.
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TRUST THE SHIMMERINGS
Did you crack yourself open
at dawn or at dusk?
Or did you slip away again?
How much beauty
must the world wash over you
for you to break open
onto the wet rocks?
How much for you
to reach a conclusion?
I’m talking about the shimmering
the gleam and glittering
pure press of guttural uttering
in you like the first vibration
Your footprints, where are they?
Your bellyprints and moonburnt eyeballs?
You outrageous fire, dancing, burning, licking at the world?
I’m talking about that fabulous blast
your sea-storm at last
that high terrible power
blue and vital
your silver scream
on the pummelled shoreline
The beasts are far? No—the beasts
are within.
What clawed out of you
at first light?
I’m talking about foraged
and furry creatures
scurrying down the stream
of your marrow
Slit your self down the middle
pull your skin to the horizon
and drip like a mountain.
Come to your senses,
cum in broad daylight
body lit with love.
I’m talking Big Trust
like screaming thistles
surprised at their own purpling
the sunflowers bursting
through concrete.
Now tell me,
will you crack yourself open
at dawn or at dusk?
Or will you slip away again?