Wednesday, October 19, 2011

why poetry? why photography?

i sit criss-cross
below this window
that was once
tightly blinded
to keep out the sun

i snap this shot
lean forward and
raise the pane wide

autumn wind rustles
the hanging lace that
tickles my face and
kisses my cheek

billowing and draping
with each breath of nature
like a swinging child
beckoning me
to come out and play

This post was written in response to High Calling's PhotoPlay and Tweetspeak's poetry prompt.  Thank you to Kelly who shared the journey behind her photos and moved me on a day when I was stuck contre-jour.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

to the left of the centre

if you exact with a surgeon’s skill,
to the left of the center,
beneath the bony shield of sternum,
suspended in tough ligament,
nestled in a spongy notch of lung,
you will see the pumping, deep pink muscle
that keeps blood pulsing
through me.

if you close your eyes and reach me
to the left of the center you will see
a throne where I worship at His feet
a soft chair where He whispers to me
a legacy, victory, my daughter Tori
friends who carry me when I am weak
who mirror back my grace and beauty
a precious bridge walking to trust and intimacy
broken bodies healing
          through Loving support and connected feeling
psalm 23, john 15, 16, 17
(Jesus prayed for me!)
van gogh churches and starry scenes
satie, rodin and debussy
parisian streets and cemeteries
a daisy
family heritage, reworked, redeemed

to the left of the center come meet me

This post was created in response to the prompt "to the left of the centre" at

Friday, October 7, 2011

je suis belle

"je suis belle"

no matter how great
his mortal strength
her eyes plead
the horizon
for safe passage
an escape from
idolatry that reigns
when he tries
to name her
to save her from
the shame that
always lurks
in her shadow

every sinew in
his form strains
with the weight
of her oppression
his arms engulf her
without connection
to her soul
his embrace
embodies the fortress
that keeps her
from flight

absolution abides beyond              
her captivity
where Redemption flings wide
the gate to her freedom


Photos taken at the Rodin Museum, Philadelphia PA
(top) "Je Suis Belle"
(center foreground) "Je Suis Belle"
(center background) "Shame (Absolution)
(bottom) "Shame (Absolution)"