17 Tuesday Jan 2017
Posted in My World(s), Poetry
It is tragic in its fitting-ness, that the long sought (perfect) light fixture for my beloved cage, is from the Marcel(l)a series, from no less a cultural cage than Home Depot.
The perspicuous view, the vistas upon which I gaze from my current prison, pain me greatly.
~Marcela: quite fettered, and bereft of gilding on the cage.
January 17, 2017.
02 Monday Jan 2017
“Stop,” she said to herself! “Do refrain from accusing the accusers, from negating the Nellies negative, from despising the Debbies downer! And focus, on the freedom that comes with designing, with owning, your feelings, your thoughts, your life and your choices”!
“Know,” she said to herself, “that as long as you are breathing, life will bitch slap you, over and over again! Feel the fury, agonize in the pain, and then stand up to her like the fucking Warrior Woman you are.”
“Love,” she said to herself, “self above all, for it is not an act of ego, rather the only real survival skill you will ever need.”
~Marcela: Moving, at the speed of a woman Too Much!
January 02, 2017
Photograph: My personal collection. All rights reserved.
Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under Poetry, Unfettered
02 Monday Jan 2017
Posted in Poetry, The 'L' Word, Unfettered
And as the New Year tolls its bell silently in this tiny Bay
So my spirit whispers to the never-ending purga(s)tory in this 24/7 brain:
“shhh, we are whole again.”
It is not that I was in need of repair because you broke me, for I was never broken
It is that my voice was lost in the roar of the tsunami that was your disdain for me
And as a new blanket of white refreshes the grime of salt and snowplows
So renewed faith in self cleanses my heart of the detritus you left behind
It is not that I was the dung you believed to simply wipe off your sullied soles
It is the vehemence with which you shoveled your manure onto my person
And as the streetlight on the far shore casts a long glowing ripple across the lake
So another crack opens in my heart to allow the light back in
It is not that you succeeded in extinguishing it with relentless revile
It is that I erected shelter for my very core
And as I turn the plans for this, my most recent incarnation into fruitful reality
So I recognize your singular, constructive contribution to my life:
I choose not to forgive you for the myth of forgiveness as salvation is not my creed
I will, however, put you behind me with nary a thought to our dalliance, beyond these words:
I win. Not despite your efforts to destroy me, but because of them.
And I feel nothing for you.
~Marcela: Newer than this year.
January 01, 2017
Photograph: My personal collection. All Rights Reserved.
01 Sunday Jan 2017
And as the lake reflects nature’s finery back onto herself
So I reflect on the solitude I have come to crave
It is not that I wish to isolate from humanity,
or reject the risk of a new paramour,
It is that I revel in alone-ness with the passion of a new love
for my own cosmos.
And as the stillness of the quiet-season brings peace
to my beloved Bay
So the pain of my most recent faux pas is diminished
in its tranquility
It is not loving one who cannot love that I regret
It is that I am wistful about having snatched up
your well-baited hook of love-lies
And as the snow-laden branches dump their white weight,
and spring to a more contented position
So the Warrior Woman I am exhales to release you
and I find myself here:
I stand well-grounded and know that what you did,
only served to create this:
More big, more bold, more strong, more beautiful, more wise
more too much for some, but most especially,
much more too much, for you.
~Marcela: As is. Only more.
December 27, 2016
Photograph: My personal collection. All Rights Reserved.Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under Poetry, Unfettered
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