Sunday, October 29, 2017

The Muse as She Whispers in My Ear

Here in the center of the world, I lean against warm adobe, let the Southwest sunshine sink through skin, into bones until all my cells are simply the light again. The Muse has been visiting me in my dreams, encountering me in the natural world and I am alive with vision and rhyme. 

The world waits for us to take the risk to sing in our one true voice- and when we do a healing echoes back to us, sometimes in a poem. 


All Poets—

Begin again with discipline,
with commitment to page and pen,
to that harrowing journey
of the written word ridden
like Crow’s wings
into the nebulous hollow
of the unknown.

Invite tryst, discourse, happenchance,
acquire the hard earned treasures derived
from staring into the bareness of the Void
—when no one else can bear it—

craft your words like stars,
invent new constellations
that twinkle and shine,
there for all who look
up.

-Renee Podunovich, 2017
Dolores, CO, USA

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Swimming With Sedna

"Playful Sedna" by Kakulu Saggiaktok

Slide the shoulder under,
submerge.
I am (not) a fish
but that same liquid
is (in) my cells.

I sink into the unconscious like Sedna—
the girl whose dismembered fingers
were lobbed into the sea
where they became all the whales 
and other gilled (but limb-lacking) creatures,
became Waddell Seals and Walruses, hidden
yet calling out from arctic ice shelves (now melting)

a backward birth of shadowy progeny—
we swim forever with our lost selves.

when her own father tosses her from the boat,
she gradually descends,
her sickening hair floating free above her head,
swaying like seaweed, the texture of moss, 
like fennel fronds (that fragrance)
down to dark depths where light doesn’t illuminate

finally submerged to a place where bones
are crystalline establishments
broadcasting through mineral messages
a connection to eternity and stardust

shh­—
do not despair.
eventually she becomes a Sea Goddess
who will visit the strange ocean of your dreams

-Renee Podunovich, 2017

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