ToThePoem - a place for poetry

At first you were a cliff A mountain  I dared to scale you. I did.  And then you were a cloud A vapor I reached to contain you. I did.  And lastly you were invisible A ghost I tried to be in you.  I did.  Refrain  From containing What is and is not. You must let go And let flow The great nature. So the mountain can be And the vapor can move And the ghost can have rest Within. Oh great love. You pour into yourself For eternity  And feel your own great breadth Over and over Like a circle chasing its beginning.  stephanie lorentzen-jordan

Separated at entrance The birth departed And raced up from my tailbone to the top most tip And out like smoke. I forgot you, Forever, afterall.  That’s how it felt. How it seemed. Until I waded in a pond As a full grown woman And my feet saw the reflection Of the blue heart  Vibrating, pulsating The mirrored waters And you ran up into my veins There. And settled up into my spine There.  Again. Forever, afterall, You stayed with me. The children rubbed on you And lay their soft skulls against you As we read books and Told stories. You spread thick Like a paste f ull of  Ash and liquid rock And smooth marble And rolled through us  Like an apple  Breaking from branch. Ready. Gather up. Eat. Eaten. And we sometimes entered into Behind doors of  Schools and  Cars And said yes to long linear roads That led to  nowhere-conversations  And nothing-feelings. Until you pushed up  Through my

Into the box Went the coins, the things  Remembered And the nourishment.  The flood waters rotted the bottom out. And left the ground full of gems. I walked on them and cut my feet. The children trailed behind Wading in my pools And I led them. My hair blew in their faces. And I held the branches of majestic trees Back for us.  Opened passages and doorways Through mountains and dark waters.  Called unto clouds and moons For us to travel upon. And the sun filtered through our  Skin and thoughts All the way to the marrow of that Something. That one thing. That Nothingness.  And the children at that time,  As the minstrel played the breaking tune, Brushed my hair from their eyes  And parted. And we softened the world  With our tender sleep. “We are fully awake now and one.” Cried the everything within us.  And remnants of that box And coins floated past, Others reaching broad for them And