m=marlene; la=lethbridge, alberta; blog=musings
Marlene Lacey
from Amo, Amas, Amat
Poetry pp. 52–54
from Amo, Amas, Amat
Poetry pp. 52–54
My living is my learning.
A “see-say-do” dance
to educate myself.
Throughout my life,
I will snatch every creative person
as a lead dancing partner
to guide and teach me.
I will mimic their steps,
then choreograph my own.
A “see-say-do” dance
to educate myself.
Throughout my life,
I will snatch every creative person
as a lead dancing partner
to guide and teach me.
I will mimic their steps,
then choreograph my own.
I will stir images
made from soft bristle brushes
licking the sweetest sights
with long lean strokes
milked by the metamorphosis
of multiple Gaussian blurs.
made from soft bristle brushes
licking the sweetest sights
with long lean strokes
milked by the metamorphosis
of multiple Gaussian blurs.
I will sprinkle sounds
a beat of a bass line with
vibrations that reverberate in the chest
and restart all the stopped hearts.
I’ll cross fade and mix layers
of the smoothest acoustics
in a mystical transmigration
embalmed by effects like
modulating vibrato, frequencies
resonating weird but wonderful wah-wah warbles
to titillate mellifluous musical meditations.
a beat of a bass line with
vibrations that reverberate in the chest
and restart all the stopped hearts.
I’ll cross fade and mix layers
of the smoothest acoustics
in a mystical transmigration
embalmed by effects like
modulating vibrato, frequencies
resonating weird but wonderful wah-wah warbles
to titillate mellifluous musical meditations.
I will stage a sparkling show of fireworks
swirling in a mirage of mirrored sunbursts
creating a charming omni-rainbow light
drawing dreams from the dizzied depressed
by spiraling shafts of light upwards
set candles afire to fuel flames of romance in the unfeeling
and focus the lens to flare on philosophical truthfinders.
swirling in a mirage of mirrored sunbursts
creating a charming omni-rainbow light
drawing dreams from the dizzied depressed
by spiraling shafts of light upwards
set candles afire to fuel flames of romance in the unfeeling
and focus the lens to flare on philosophical truthfinders.
I will add the ambrosia of aromas to liquer
and assault the senses with
drops of delicate, delicious perfumes
that would soar a war bride’s heart once again
simultaneously stimulating several
of their most sensual secret memories.
Awakening and uplifting like an early morning sun on a cool day
with a freshly-applied top note
of bergamot, heliotrope, mimosa, chamomile and citric accords.
Dissipating fragrances of wondrously pleasing bright and airy florals
envelope a vapour of defiance and irresistibility
in “look-at-me” scents of
ylang ylang, lily of the valley, violet leaves, rose, jasmine,
heliotrope, and geranium.
Invoking sultry and seductive, sexy, but teasingly warm,
rich and smoky, edgy and sophisticated, or dreamy and exotic
image from an amazing lingering classic base of sandalwood,
vetiver, oakmoss and vanilla
A bouquet to inspire
a glamorous paradise fantasy island getaway.
and assault the senses with
drops of delicate, delicious perfumes
that would soar a war bride’s heart once again
simultaneously stimulating several
of their most sensual secret memories.
Awakening and uplifting like an early morning sun on a cool day
with a freshly-applied top note
of bergamot, heliotrope, mimosa, chamomile and citric accords.
Dissipating fragrances of wondrously pleasing bright and airy florals
envelope a vapour of defiance and irresistibility
in “look-at-me” scents of
ylang ylang, lily of the valley, violet leaves, rose, jasmine,
heliotrope, and geranium.
Invoking sultry and seductive, sexy, but teasingly warm,
rich and smoky, edgy and sophisticated, or dreamy and exotic
image from an amazing lingering classic base of sandalwood,
vetiver, oakmoss and vanilla
A bouquet to inspire
a glamorous paradise fantasy island getaway.
I will practice standing on my tiptoes,
point my toes so sharply that the smallest
part of me is grounded.
I will raise and stretch my arms
use the vision of my pie-in-the-sky dreams
close my eyes so that I can focus on a point
beyond everyman’s rainbow
to stretch further
than even I can imagine.
I will hold this position
throughout the remaining days of my life.
point my toes so sharply that the smallest
part of me is grounded.
I will raise and stretch my arms
use the vision of my pie-in-the-sky dreams
close my eyes so that I can focus on a point
beyond everyman’s rainbow
to stretch further
than even I can imagine.
I will hold this position
throughout the remaining days of my life.
I will look forward to my grand finale, for
happiness is my journey; it is not my destination.
I will treasure every step of its path.
happiness is my journey; it is not my destination.
I will treasure every step of its path.
As your shadow lengthens westward,
arise in the glory of the eastern sunrise.
arise in the glory of the eastern sunrise.
Honour yourself—
replenish your ever changing body
with the fruits of the earth;
feed your mind
with ageless pearls of wisdom
passed down to you.
Your early years shaped the path you are on;
early values direct your focus.
Everything you need to know, you know
or soon will know.
Honour your children—
shape their bodies and their paths;
feed these spirit vessels with the thoughts that you hold dear.
Trust your heart and their intuition.
Everything they need to know, they seek
through peace’s path paved with your patience and love.
In the brief course of your life
slow down and focus on this day:
Live in each hour;
Shape each minute;
Enjoy each moment.
Yesterdays are memories and building blocks
for today’s actions and thoughts,
redirecting tomorrow’s untried paths which hold:
the bliss of growth
the glory of passionate action
the splendor of the world’s beauty.
As your shadow lengthens eastward;
Give gratitude in the glory of the western sunset.
Rest well and dream new visions.
to bask in the enjoyment of your every moments.
Based on the Sanskrit, “The Salutation of the Dawn.”—Masterpieces of Religious Verse, ed. James Dalton Morrison, p. 301 (1948) which is attributed in some sources to Klidsa, Hindu dramatist and lyric poet of the fifth century, A.D.
Sunflower, Sun f/ire
streaming audio — sounds of m
Charmingly beautiful sun, golden sunflower
turning to watch the flaming dance of the fire gypsy.
The audience forgets your destructive danger
they accede and mirror your beauty as you break loose
spreading and spreading wildly your chaotic order.
Cloned images are flickering inside, fire gypsies
Jetty through their disappearing green timbered stages
Restless seek a denser stage to linger longer.
Only remain alive moving and procreating,
you gracefully leap and give birth with every footprint.
Your children eat the flesh of the living womb they
are dropped into, leaving a uterus smuttied by their creation.
Look but don’t touch these grounded stars
so captivating one forgets passage of time
mesmerized by the renewing flames overpowering.
You impulsive self-assertive beauty, are
shamed of nothing; You are beautiful and know it.
The power of your light, the power of your heat
destroys all those who dare to touch the white and the red
turning to a coal black by the shock of your power.
Round glowing sun heating, ground flowing fire beating
Helian sky weeping glowing wild ember fire-red tears
Goddess-flames ghostly pass through one another.
In a heartless dragon dance you decorate the sky
with your destruction of land until your fickle-hearted dance
changes your direction with only a shift of
the wind you change your mood and give birth in a land that
floats underneath you to touch your white red power
Red helian sky, spellbound sunflower asthmatic
from your gypsy fire dance, breathing your Midas coal flour.
See the joy in joining.
Joyning: two windowspaces, one tree
Joyning II — All Love
wedding card inset by marlene
Allusive Love
not sought for its own sake
we play no part in the making.
Awaiting Love
lies offered on Life’s stage
gift for two to be partaking.
Accepting Love
strengthened spirits unfold
unequalled lessons gathering.
Agreeable Love
balancing respect
fragmented people are bonding
Ageless Love
harmonizes and Joyns
souls undulating, unbreaking.
Everybody loves a clown, so why don't you?
I have news for you. Peter Pan is here! …
In the euphoric state of a remembered dream, She decides,
“Never to grow up.”
from “Pose”, 1996 in Amos, Amas, Amat 2003 pp. 82–83.
POSE
1996
I have news for you.
Peter Pan is here!
He is reborn in a middle-aged woman.
She now buys inline skates.
Tinker Bell breathes a spell
In the updraft of her flowing hair,
Rings a heady impulsive beat into her ear,
Flashes the jeweled sparkle
Of the Northern Star into her eyes,
Frappes visions of clowns and ballerinas
Free from her mind.
Re-sewn tuxedo and cosmetic masque
Paint colourful jester
Donning pointe shoes
That blister her toes
As she pushes aged body
Into a dancer’s pose,
Her thoughts transcend physical being.
Think the rite words,
Soar to heavenly, pink-violet passions of sunset.
Think the light words,
Pony-playfully frolic in fresh fields of daisies.
Think the sprite words,
Find the miracle of parting water.
Feel the transition stage of pregnant delivery.
Think the bright words,
Refin(e)d rip-cord trust in living.
Think the right words.
A roam of intoxicating scents assault her senses.
Dawn cleanly showers its dew-laden grass,
Alberta yields earthy bursts of moist, tilled soil and
harvested crops,
B.C. pines eucalyptus evergreen,
Misty musk of Ontario Falls,
Morning rises her with donkey brays resounding
echoes
In a Singing Valley of majestic Rockies
Fracturing splitting notes of
the mountain’s rippling streams.
Hotly springs her cerebral orgasm of new thought.
Relaxed by noonday warmth
Of sun’s rays embrace,
She experiences sweat-lodge cleansing.
With the lightness of a realization,
She floats into evening’s veiled mystery
of a starless night,
Finds full-moon wonder in gentle rocking
Memory of her mother’s cradling arms.
Transcend into this second stage of living.
In the euphoric state of a remembered dream,
She decides, “Never to grow up.”
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