{scraps of things from the pocket of an old coat}

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

the bones of a poem rattle noisily -- like the efforts of a shaman summoning wisdom from beyond the veil.

i find myself  wanting to retreat further into the depths of my soul-cave...craving the solace of a flickering fire and the wind howling through cracks in the granite.

i'm too long on the Outside.

i'm too long threading a needle to mend a friendship in tatters....one that doesn't want mending after all.

but there are appointments to keep and words yet to weave.  the whisper of truth grows louder and i feel the shift of the earth beneath my feet as a different trail shimmers on the horizon.

the bones rattle louder and i keep walking.

5 comments:

adie said...

oh so beautifully written.
I am sorry for your lost friendship.
I wish you comfort in your cave. You inspire me, the way you honour yourself going in, staying in when you need it, not feeling like you owe the world anything.
It's people like you who give us the poetry of posts like this I hope we get to read one day the other poems you write in the quiet and smoke of your soul cave.

Rose said...

Ah my lovely... I am so sorry that someone you treasured is leaving your life. Weave your words and let us know what this new path is that calls your feet on....

mindy said...

beautifully written.

Peace Keep You said...

This post...your words...

I keep walking, too.

Thank you, Mel.

~Tibbie

mel said...

thank you everyone....

lovely to *see* you here, Mindy and Tibbie...

xo