VOICE
By DanaLynne
I need to shout,
To proclaim my talent,
Exclaim my innocence,
Celebrate my knowledge
Of words
And punctuation,
Break silences regularly,
Be it with the lark
Or the owl,
Sunrise or
Sunset.
More than blood,
I have stories,
I have songs,
Pulsing through
My busy veins..
Life is a story--
Life is a song--
I must tell--
I must sing! ! !
BREATHE
By DanaLynne
Breathe in oxygen,
Breathe out dust of angels.
The task of spreading heaven
Over the surface of the earth
Is given to spirits
Who inhabit vessels
Known as bodies.
Breathe in nitrogen
Breathe out angel’s dust
To cover us all with a fine film
Of protection
Against evil,
Against deception
Breathe in helium,
Exhale angel’s traces
The breaths are limited,
A certain unknown number
Somewhere between two
And five billion cycles.
Until the task is finished.
Inhale in H2O,
Exhale memory of heaven
Breath grows faster,
The exchange of bad
For good,
Drains the body,
Draws the container.
Breathe in air,
In exchange for shedding
The errors,
The mistakes,
Hard emotions--
Like hard water
In preparation.
Breathe in heaven,
Breathe out detritus.
The spirit preparing
To vacate the vessel
And return to heaven,
Task accomplished
COPYRIGHT (C) 2010 BY THE AUTHOR.
Have you ever had a thought,
And had it ripped from you
When someone else speaks up
With your idea, your dream,
Your contribution in a conversation?
“So close,” some say,
“how he knows what she
Will say before she does.”
It comes with the years.
It comes with the fears--
Anticipating responses to prevent
Progress in a conversation.
I know, because I’ve listened.
She knows, because she paid attention.
We zig/I zag
And words go unsaid.
Nobody notices.
But we know. We--
Know.
Years of stories,
Histories,
Exchanged,
Repeated
Time after time.
The days’ routines
Repeated,
Repeated
Day after month
After year, after decade
Until we know--
We know all there is to know--
We think--and so, this shorthand
Of stepping on words,
Trampling sentences
To interject,
Participate in the storytelling.
“And she said--”
“No, I think she said--”
“And She did--”
“Can you believe what he did?
It blew me away.”
But I interject,
And she shakes her head.
HOLD THAT THOUGHT
Hold that thought--
Don’t squeeze too tightly--
Let it breathe,
Let it grow.
When it’s too large for your hand,
Find a quiet corner of the mind
Where it will bob to the surface
From time to time,
Keeping you on track
To attain your dream.
Prepare to defend
The nascent dream
When it migrates
From the mind
To the heart:
Do not expose your 8x10 dream
To those who see the world as 3x5--
It won’t fit,
They won’t understand.
They never will.
The dream--
A child, perhaps,
A journey yet to come.
I want to be a fire-walker.
I want to see the Amazon River.
I want to bring something new,
Something never seen before,
Never heard before, into being.
Minutes become hours
Become days, weeks, years.
Time doesn’t matter when you dream:
You get up each day to serve the dream,
Taking one more step,
Make one more decision
Draw one more breath.
A day links to another,
And the chain grows stronger
For the time when it will lift
The finished dream
Upward into the light.
Hold that thought
COPYRIGHT (c) 2010 by the author
