It seemed hard to find a poem today, my hours having been dusted with sorting, discarding, packing; my mind pursuing something as yet too arcane to fit into a poem; my body having its own issues. But one boon to the sorting was finding, again, a little booklet in which I recorded the poetry found on the fridge, courtesy of several collections of magnetic words. It seems appropriate to share (each clump is its own poem):
from which deep music
is this delirious joy
like skin whispers
I only ask
that I may feel
eternity
mother goddess
water color
I will soar free
shake time
sing life
life
in forest sky language
swim a thousand storms
why not live
sweet surreal rain music
springs here
moon be still
nude petals shine deeply
next to my feet
all there is
is here
luscious music
sweet to create
best two play
angel please
as always
color my every vision
smoke will make a masterpiece
under fast water
falling sculpture
a wild moment of
surreal grace
essential rock
shake free of time
wanting a thousand springs
only ask an eternity together
why not live
behind the rain
music above
purple wood near
song beneath
swim soaring
over the day
life’s blue whispers
from which I rose in sky
always feel gifted
Wendy Mulhern (and maybe some others)
sometime before and including October 2007
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