Who Am I (do I like me?) (1995)

who am i?
do i like me?
who am i?
i don’t know who i see.

in the mirror.
my heart.
His expressionless eyes.

who am i today
in my pretty blue jeans?
Who molds me as clay –
do i live? or decay?
i sit and i preen
before one mirror.
later i stand before another,
the jeer-er.
placater. lover.

i don’t know .  .  .  .
is it fear?
empty art?
perfection in size?

i don’t know what He sees.
empty jeans?
what He wants me to be?
possibly
the ways to a means.

who am i?
do I like me?
does it matter?
i don’t know what i see.

 

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Extraterrestrial

Lonely extraterrestrial
Leans her head against the tree
Thinks of all she is
All she’s yet to be

Cold choices, colder fates
I feel I wasn’t consulted!
“In the beginning . . . “
In the beginning, WHAT

When we sat. Can’t this be halted?
Stalled?

We’ve had this discussion before
Says the tree, basking

Silent in its solitude
Decades ago, remember asking?

“Who am I?” Who do I want to be?
And now you know. Yes, I know.
Not just what they want to see
But Me and All of Me.

Lonely extraterrestrial
Feels ground beneath her seat
Wonders if it’s worth it
These planetary feats

These promises she’s tendered
“Til Death do we part”
This lifelong commitment
That excludes her heart

Lonely extraterrestrial
Looks outward to the sky
To the stars feels the wind
Whispers . . .

. . . Goodbye.

 

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Featured photo, a painting titled “The Dryad”
is the work of Jeremiah Morelli
For more information, visit Jeremiah’s website
or his facebook page.

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Each of us has the power to shift and realign with the heart,
as we let go, forgive, ask for forgiveness,
and move through our collective grief
to our seat of personal power within the heart of love.”

http://www.mysticmamma.com
LionsGate 2017

 

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 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God. 
The same was in the beginning with God.
All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.”
-John 1:1-3

 

Extraterrestrial, Copyright M.D.S 2017 All Rights Reserved

 

Saw 2017

Saw
or
A Study in Verticals

(whichever sounds more impressive)

Saw 2017 final

 

“I’m cutting tree branches off to build my log cabin” he says matter-of-factly.

“With my saw.”

I was alarmed, a bit.

Especially when he kept referring to his “saw” that Daddy gave him,
or that he found in the garage, I can’t even remember how it went now.

Until I saw what he was talking about.

(Not the one in the back.)

 

Sidelined

Menopause

 

Suddenly sidelined. Watching
toes shimmer beneath water,
others dance. Vodka bottle
lighter, and i wonder why
i am still here.

Is there a point?
Once feminine wiles
are beguiled into silence?

Is there a point?
Once curves begin to blur
into irrelevant geometry?

Is there a point?
Past the cessation of blood?

And I wonder why, I am here
suddenly sidelined

watching toes shimmer

and others dance

without me

 

copyright: m.d.s 2016
All rights reserved.

Who Am I

This is my world,

among the magic and the marygolds.

in Her intricate

stillness, twilight draws a breath

while I whisper,

hidden in Her dusky folds.

Who am i? This

kaleidescope of faces –

during daylight, just

a squatter in strange places.

 

 

 

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