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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