Candy Coated

Samantha Moore:

Revisiting this blog’s first post, September 2011.

Originally posted on Gratitude and Curses:

A Damned-Girl can't catch a break
          Sugar oozes from her pores
upsetting the delicate balance
             of good versus evil
   Confused onlookers cry in fear or awe
No one is certain ..........
                 what it is they behold
           or why they feel so ........
                            Angry ..
                    and ..
           In Love ..
The arrival of clergy and paramedics
                  seals the deal
This is a demise
A Damned-Girl ambles the course alone
         Assaulted by eyes
Bequeathing chocolate roses and dimples
muttering under her breath
Gratitude and Curses

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Twisted

.

My mind is clean but twisted

Like my face

after a swim, recalling the long-ago taste of urgent forgetfulness

 

Lean days are not short on Love

— if you listen

and

“Blind” is no longer an excuse, but a challenge

ever since we made a start at Remembering

.

.

Summertime

photo by S.M.

Believe It

photo by S.M.

 

It is my time,
they keep telling me.
For too long, have I kept myself small,
asked for too little,
expected no greatness.

I need only grasp it,
they say.
I am primed and prepped,
washed clean by tears of suffering and joy,
ready to receive.

What hesitation is this,
what fear that holds me back —
one foot mired in muck,
the other swimming freely in the clean, clear,
flowing river?

Feet be where they may,
The Wind, she whispers to me always,
if I listen,
that I am the goddess, the temple priestess, the healer, the sage,
daughter/mother/crone.

Receive to give, they say
(I thought it went the other way!).
I am the earth beneath me, the sky above.
All Love and healing flows through me
and this is my divine right

So I am told.

Embodiment

(A SEASONAL LAMENT)

.

Lambs and lions frolic on my crown

teasing, taunting

promising, punishing

.

Even so, it is time to Remember

Fickle or not, she will be loved

rooting down

sprouting out

blushing Spring

.

Alive

.

Seer

photo by S.M.

.

I am too high and far to rest now

though

I’ll take plenty of Space

and kiss every inch of it with red-stained lips

or die trying

.

If this is some test

I’m just Love

though

needy and lacking plausible deniability or social graces

.

The plain truth sometimes is greener through rose glass

or none at all –

I can’t say

I can’t say I look with my eyes

.

Heartbreaker

.

I am not presenting myself for debate

I am but fact,

in fact

Greedy and selfish

tending my own affairs

Deconstructing the repository of admiration

and breaking your heart

My Siren’s Song mingled in the exultation

of so many Lost-In-Time voices on the wind

dealt one final blow in the name of Love

And risen in Joy

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