Poetry Drop 5
I Am..
This ditty flowed through me last month, to provide soothing and solace in those too frequent moments when our broken hearts, super stretched spirits and brow-beaten bodies are overwhelmed by the madness within and without. I hope it helps a little..
With love, Rache xx
I am the dreamer and the Dreamed Figment and imagination I Light the fire, walk The Stones I plant Snowdrops in the Autumn Let Winter work her Deathly magic I wait for patient Life to spring I am the image you’re replicating I am the ripples Expanding I am The Inhale building pressure I am the Lightning Spark of flame I am the breath that holds you under Your reflection in the rain Those footsteps pressed into the sand Mirror the shape of my feet I walk the Land unseen, hidden By Shadow, Shade and Spirit
I am the fire in your belly That warms the caterpillar mush Growing wings in sacral oven Energetic pull, creative push I am Words stuck in trachea A tug of nausea trying to sing I am the fear of staying silent And the Necessity to speak When you are foetal-like curled up Wishing the overwhelm away Stomach tight, squeezed to repel The body’s Feelings kept at bay When thoughts spiral like fresh Fern Uncoiled towards the mourning light My Mother Words will bring you near Mycelium binding siblings tight Reaching out between the Branches Tiny buds of potent Promise Weaves a net from broken pieces Instinct melting our defences
I am the bread Crumbs under Snow Beneath your skin an Invisible “NO!”ing A Tiny Spark of Light to show Contrary Gulf twixt arms and hugging Irreconcilable truce defined Whilst Collective choir sings Harmony Reveals a dichotomous Truth That lies Deep within apology I am the Heart of superstition Trapped inside an Ancient Lore I am the loathing and the Loving Returning to her cage’s floor
Your Mother and your Child On the sacrificial page I hear her sobbing and her singing From the cradle to the Grave I am the Cliché re-son-ating The kernel in the dross I am the ever flowing RIVER River river Of Pain and Hope and loss When you are Falling, I won’t catch you But will help you Build your wings I’ll remind you of your Wisdom And The Song that you must sing
I am the Sound of Fury Kali ringing in Your ears Resistant rhythms pound our streets Justice scales weigh up the years I am the placard And the activist The River and the Road I wear The Sash, the pin, the T shirt Build our tree house, Stop the Saw I infiltrate your ranks Drum a beat you’ve heard before A primordial Re cognition Spoken loud in Nature’s law I’ll be your Guide if you will Listen In the Silence of your Soul Let me defragment the pieces Super Seed till you feel Whole I’m the still small Voice that whispers I’m the Raging of the Wind And the thunderous reception And the Blackbirds morning drill I am the method and the madness The Apple In your eye The weeping and the gnashing As time is rushing by bye bye..
I am the Shallows, cool refreshing A rock to rest on and revive Then I’m the depths in which you wallow The lengths to which you dive I am the Always and the Never The forgotten and the prayer Whenever you are broken Be sure that I am there To Gather in the pieces Defragmented into Dust We’ll rebuild ourselves together For that is what we must do I will weep with you till slumber Caress your fragile beating heart Walk you slowly through each ending Cheer you on as you restart Meet me Under the cathedral And the labyrinthine weighs We’ll walk clandestine but not sombre Through your elder wizened days