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Poem from your five exchanged words at Shakespeare Theatre performance yesterday–daughter, God, belly, white, winter
Today the sky
is God’s white belly
pressing down.
Winter half buried
sons and daughters of earth.
But only half.
Ice remembers
it can be water.
Rachel Michaud
ramichaud@aol.com
Hi Sheila, It was good to meet you at the Comics & Medicine conference last month. I really enjoyed the poem Daughterrariums. Thaks for your guidance in my challenging effort to access poetry.
I saw through your spiritual eyes
As you ‘Prayed for Rain’ while
Driving on Sepulveda Blvd.
It is like seeing my own hand
Or the reflection on a mirror.
You let me see how beautiful I am
In the middle of a mad rush through time
We call life.
You took your ax to remove
The scabs of cement
To let bees make love to flowers
Colorful & dancing with the winds
Like finikin yet an ethically slut lass
After all, life on this planet is
One undivided whole.
This apparently separate ‘I’,
Sometimes forget the holistic I.
The I that is
You, I, the flowers and bees,
The garland and the mountain,
And all life in all forms
On a blue rock in infinite space.
A poet can touch the unseen.
Thank you for showing me
How ugly I can be as a
Dusty truck and cement scab
And the ethereal beauty
Of the garland of colors all around.
Thank you …