life: acoustic & amplified

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

as above so below

10 months of this

days cycling

through good days

and bad. Bringing

food offerings to be accepted

or not. Speaking words understood

or misplaced in an empty bucket.

Days of cheer, followed closely

by days of anguish. Day

after day. All

having one hallmark. Completely

consumed. No one

else matters much here

in this geographical oddity, two weeks from everywhere. The world

doesn’t really come to play

or into play here. There is no concern for events outside only these days of never ending circles. Even

cell reception won’t allow for company. No one attends

to this particular space

in the world. As folks here

cling to their shallow breathing. In

illness, as

in living. Days

are consumed by beds and toilets. Life

is, at some point, reduced to a room

with no view.


Living with Alzheimers by Amy Lloyd

It was easy enough

to bend them to my wish,

it was easy enough

to alter them with a touch,

but you

adrift on the great sea,

how shall I call you back?

Cedar and white ash,

rock-cedar and sand plants

and tamarisk

red cedar and white cedar

and black cedar from the inmost forest,

fragrance upon fragrance

and all of my sea-magic is for nought.

It was easy enough—

a thought called them

from the sharp edges of the earth;

they prayed for a touch,

they cried for the sight of my face,

they entreated me

till in pity

I turned each to his own self.

Panther and panther,

then a black leopard

follows close—

black panther and red

and a great hound,

a god-like beast,

cut the sand in a clear ring

and shut me from the earth,

and cover the sea-sound

with their throats,

and the sea-roar with their own barks

and bellowing and snarls,

and the sea-stars

and the swirl of the sand,

and the rock-tamarisk

and the wind resonance—

but not your voice.

It is easy enough to call men

from the edges of the earth.

It is easy enough to summon them to my feet

with a thought—

it is beautiful to see the tall panther

and the sleek deer-hounds

circle in the dark.

It is easy enough

to make cedar and white ash fumes

into palaces

and to cover the sea-caves

with ivory and onyx.

But I would give up

rock-fringes of coral

and the inmost chamber

of my island palace

and my own gifts

and the whole region

of my power and magic

for your glance.


Circe by H. D.


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