Floating Through Poetry Dream Skies

A pantoum for Meo

We float through poetry, where words twinkle just like stars
And craft infinite verse of connections, here in dreamer space
Meo has been waiting, heart presence never far
Glowing warm and radiant, in compassionate embrace

We craft infinite verse of connections, here in dreamer space
Love of those departed remains right here, Ours
Glowing warm and radiant, in compassionate embrace
Stories, recipes, traditions ache to be memoirs

The love of those departed remains right here, Ours
Meo’s lavendar soap scent and handkerchiefs of lace
Stories, recipes, traditions ache to be memoirs
Cookbooks of truth-telling could be our saving grace

Meo’s lavendar soap scent and handkerchiefs of lace
Juicy vegetable gardens, endlessly full cookie jars
Cookbooks of truth-telling cold be our saving grace
Tastes of four generations create our reservoir

Juicy vegetable garden, endlessly full cookie jar
Oval framed, faded photo of her kind and gentle face
Tastes of four generations create our reservoir
Dreamers sky-time legacies never more erased

Oval framed, faded photo of her kind and gentle face
Meo has been waiting, heart presence never far
Dreamer’s sky-time legacies never more erased
We float through poetry, where words twinkle just like stars.

And She Gives

And she gives herSelf away
Learning how to walk with broken limbs
Forgetting once she had wings to fly,
Now gathering dust in the rickety crib
her parents sold for $5 at a garage sale

And she gives herSelf away
Believing hard-won toe shoes,
lipstick stage smiles
and all those laps at the YMCA
might redeem and prove her true

And she gives herSelf away
Feigning illness and injury,
convincing them, who in turn convince her
what she needs most is
Rest, crutches, noodle soup

And she gives herSelf away
Choosing rebellious flirtation and 3 am
window exits, dark secret lies and loss
Pretending his starry blue, night-eyed passions
are her own.

And then….she remembers to dream
And then….she dreams to remember…

Her wings fly home
and as she exhales years of dingy dust
Dream glitter splatters and splays,
lighting and sparkling
upon her shoulders

Toe shoes she trades for New Balance,
laps at the Y for jogs on her God Path,
where she meets deer angels
and Spirit of the Waterfall,
where she prays and connects with Truth

Her body breathes and pulses wellness
Radiant soul bits aligning
Healing and creating energy flow,
craving most
belly laughs, mystic adventures, lobster sliders

She chooses Fairy Tale Erotica,
spoiling and growing old with her man,
Chasing her own passions defined
through DreamTube classrooms
of natural light

And she gives, and she gives,
and she gives Herself away…

~Robin, 11/23/08
Dragon's Egg, Mystic, Ct