The Dance of the Gods

“Mommy, why can’t we see the gods?”

A sudden question in the moments

before the bedtime forehead kiss

that shields her from dark dreams.

 

She is laid out on her bed.

Arms and legs spread wide,

berry black curls splayed

beneath her head.

Her old-young eyes

are moonlit night.

 

I grasp for an elusive truth.

“Some people think

they live up in the sky.

Some people think

they live in our

imaginations.”

 

“What do you think mommy?”

 

What do I think?

What DO I think?

“I think they live

in our imaginations,

and in our hearts.”

 

My truth lands with

a thud and stumbles.

Her truth rings

clear and high

as a glass bell.

 

“I think they are

high, high, up in the sky,

through space

out in space.

And if you go

to outer space

you will see them.”

 

She wants to be

an astronaut mommy.

And now, I see

that she and her children

will meet the gods,

see them there

touch them,

know them

and dance.

So fat

Fat. So fat. So fat.

Why is that?

Why is that.

Why is that…

what matters?

What matters?

What matters is this.

Living, loving, being

feeling, showing,  sharing

body holding, working, yielding.

 

All that I am is because

I have this body.

Fat padded. Flat footed,

breasts sagging, butt softened…

but softening the falls,

arms catching hold

of every sweet nectar drop

every fat drop of life

I can lick.

Stone belly

I was born with a stone
Stone belly stone belly
Rock hard like a stone
Stone belly stone belly
Too many things unknown
Stone belly stone belly
No room for my own

What do you want from me?
Want me to act like I am free?
Cause there’s no place that I can be
Without this stone inside of me.

Momma’s worked to the bone
Stone belly stone belly
Can’t you hear my people moan?
Stone belly stone belly
We have no place of our own
Stone belly stone belly
Generations turned to stone

What do you want from me?
Want me to act like I am free?
Cause there’s no place that I can be
Without this stone inside of me

I was born with a stone
Stone belly stone belly
Could be I’ll die before I’m grown
Stone belly stone belly
Or end up locked up and alone
Stone belly stone belly
That’s why I’m hard like a stone

World weary

Author’s note:  This is my first attempt at hip hop lyrics.

I’m so tired.

I’m so tired.

I’m so tired.

Of the whole world in denial.

 

The world’s burning.

But it doesn’t seem to phase you

cause you’re still earning

profits driving you

to keep on grave digging

 

fossil fuels, fracking

mountain tops blowing

while a storm’s growing

and the sea’s rising,

and some more dying.

 

I’m so tired.

I’m so tired.

I’m so tired.

How are we gonna stop your lying?

Email

Don’t send that email

It’s not too late

Don’t post on facebook

be still and wait

 

Your teeth are bared now

your words will bite.

You may regret them

You picked this fight.

 

The flames inside you

Burn hot right now

But time will cool them

if you allow

 

Just take a deep breath

Before you press

It’s far too easy

to make this mess.

Read the tea leaves

Read the tea leaves.

Watch the skies.

The stars move

infinitely

spinning wise.

 

The cards have memory.

The palm unfolds,

and tells of journeys

your life will hold.

 

The augering sticks rattle.

The egg shells break.

The bones tell secrets

of risks you’ll take.

 

Consult the charts.

Decode the signs.

Believe them as long as

they say you’re mine.

We danced

“You let me lead you.”

The music played.

“I truly need you.”

The poet said.

 

“Without you reading,

these words just sit.

I’d just be leading

inside a pit.”

 

“Instead we’re whirling.

The music flows.

Though I may be twirling

right on your toes!”

 

“We laughed about it.

You saw me try.

You didn’t doubt

my words should fly.”

 

“And so I thank you.

You took a chance.

You read my poems.

You joined my dance.”

NaPoWriMo 2013:  Final