Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Delivery, Parts 1 & 39 - POEM

Delivery, Parts 1 & 39


Delivery Part 1, He
Confusion and blackness
Swirling images come into sight
Grimace, scream laugh
With evil delight
And fade one into the other
Replaced by another
And another and another
Each swirling back
Into the next.
And the black
Cannot be called darkness
Because in this place
There is never light
Never has been light

How did I get here?
I will never get out
They will never let me out
There is no way out
There is no Out
And now they are in me
I can feel them worming into me
And I let them
As I give in
Almost done
I am almost gone
Absorbed into Them
It is then that I see it
A flash of something
A flash…
A flash?

Here?
A grey whitewash
It appears for a second
But a second is enough
Enough to make me recoil and fight
Against them
One last time
Hope was what it took
For my muscles to retract
Just enough
To slow their progress
Into me
Now there is Real Light
Coming faster now
In broad strokes getting brighter
Like a windshield covered in mud
Being cleaned from the outside
And then...
I see it
The first kind face I can remember seeing
In my whole soiled existence
And suddenly
In a burst of birth
In a burst of new
In an explosion of breath
And white holy death
I feel my frantic, fear-filled eyes wide open
My birth family stands in corner of a
Stark sterile white room
They are concerned
They are afraid
Tears of relief melt down their faces
As my wild eyes fly past theirs
But above it all I feel
Wonder of wonders
Warm hands on either side of my cold face
Drawing my attention
And my swimming eyes
Slow
And my fearful heart
Stills
And your face appears in mine
Close, almost touching noses
And it sounds like a small mountain stream
In my ears
When I hear your voice say,
“It’s ok
I’m here
It’s ok, honey
I’ve got you…”
And my soul stops its panicked race
And my frightened dark brown eyes
Lock into your strong dusty blue eyes
And I rest
For the first time.
And in your eyes
I am home.
And in your eyes
I am reborn.
Delivery Part 39, She:
 
Confusion and blackness
Foggy
Pain
Wet pressure joints dripping fire
My whole body wants to contort inside itself
But in whitewashed grey streaks
I see our whole past
I see it like like a thick blanket on a cold day
Heavy and welcome
Letting me burrow in
But memories can't erase all the pain;
The pain that leaves one place
Only to find another and other
Another and another
I feel myself begin to give into it
There is no way out
There is no Out
It worms into all my parts
Filling me
Taking over my emotions
My smile
My Self
Unti l I feel
I am only a vehicle for parasitic pain
A scream starts so far inside my body that it almost
Impresses me with how deep my body can be
But it stops suddenly
Retreats inside me again, cowering
Why?
Suddenly...
I feel your hands on either side of my face
Drawing my attention
You are here
You never left me
And I remember...
I was your Reason
I was your Love
I was your Wife
We are the Love
In the other's Life
Your strong brown eyes
(Once frightened)
Look past my frightened dusty blue ones
(Once stronger)
And it sounds like a great river
Washing over deep, ancient stones
When I hear your voice say,
“It’s ok
I’m here
It’s ok, honey
I’ve got you…”
You look at me
Like you looked into me
On our wedding day
Thirty-nine years ago
How can you really feel that way
With all these tubes
With these pinging sentinels
With all this pain covering me
But you are here
And the pain knows it
So for this moment it shrinks back
For now it slinks back in awe
In awe of the majesty of our Love
In awe of the majesty of Us
So, for this moment
I can rest.
And in your eyes
I am home.
And in your eyes
I am reborn.

--Eric Marley



  







Monday, August 26, 2013

Dawn - Poem


Dawn

 

The trees that yesterday
Were raucous in the wind
Throwing off their clothes in the rain
Dancing to thunder
And distant strobe lightning
Are today
Standing in the approaching dawn
Still
In awe of the sun
Stern father
(With a gleam in his eye)
Returning home from the night shift
With a sack full of groceries
Potentialities
Probabilities
Choices

The trees are not guilty
They are showing me
How to be.

 --Eric Marley
August 2013