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

For my Muse

I am sorry, Muse
I know you're there
Your brilliant light is here somewhere

Fill me up
Cheer me on
Come to me in
words and song

Whisper, scream - I don't care
Just help me trust the power flare

this voice... the flash... the flow... the pulse

Heal me, hold me
Break me, mold me

Bid me practice, forget perfection
Nudge my memory dream direction

Dance, my Muse
and smell the bread
In you, through you, I am fed.

~Robin, 10/27/08

Goddess on the Shore

"Goddess on the Shore"

There is in my mind a woman
Luminescent
Walking the sunset beach
Cheek glow shadows cast upon her breast
Watching pink sky horizon
Greet mirror water
On the edge of daynight
Sand squishing as waves recede
Feet sinking
Connecting with her earth
Tall, alone
Effortless grace
One centered soul
Expansive
Enough
Ready

~Robin, 10/03

You Were There

"You Were There"

You were there last night, my silly artist dream pal
Painting my wall bold and breathtaking
Gossiping 'bout real estate and how to raise a girl

You were there last night, yes you,
Though I finished with you finally,
Gratefully surrendering after such belabored strife

Still, there you were
Unexpected, yet welcome
Approving in gesture and tone,
Minus the trollish undertow,
A virtual signature of your features, pure, complex-free

My raw ache faded further
in your wink and chuckle,
that cool costello flare lingered easily throughout today.

You were there last night, my friend
Effortlessly floating across my unconscious
Easing old grievance
as we gazed upon sparkling skylights
revealing only clear blue sky
with scattered cumulus clouds of hope

~Robin, 2004

Lunar Welcome

Bzzzzz…. sacral chakra vibration, tingling
tjurni journey

Mesmerizing midnight mirage
dabbed with indigo
magenta smears
citrus highlights
glitter sparkle swirls

cool warm space

Gently gliding up and toward
up and toward

“I am here,” I hear
“I am here,” I feel
“I am here,” I know

Here, in sacred falcon feathers, proud. speckled. brown.
Here in grandpa’s pocket watch. golden. chain.dangling.

There beyond opaque mist,
waiting
no hurry, no time
only here, now
patient. everpresent.

Gently gliding up and toward
up and toward

Lunar being of light
embraces me with kind compassion
pure love streaming
in, from , through
all space, all time, all dimensions,
all. of. me.

Welcome, dreamer…. welcome home.

~6/08