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i can see me hanging there
upon the highest limb
dancing like a jitter~bug
dancing in the air
i can see the struggling
the fight with destiny
un~conscious will to keep on livin’
beat in~side of me
.
i can see me hanging there
between the lake and sky
dancing like a marathon~er
dancing till i die
i can see the irony
of breaking my own neck
struggling with a destiny of
love gone straight to HECK!
.
i can see a moth nocturnal
crisping in the coals
i can see the light and darkness
fighting for our souls
i can see my reach extending
right in~to the fire
hoping risk might re~unite me
with my heart’s desire
.
i can see a moth nocturnal
life~less but intact
i can see no sacrifice will
bring this dead~thing back
i can see the hopelessness
in hoping you’d survive
i prob’ly knew that without you
i’d only want to die
.
before i took the fatal leap
i looked in~to the moon~less deep
and asked g~d for a little sign
that she was still my dana~shine
–just~then i heard the fatal crack
the log had gone an orange~black
as embers in the pit were forming
shades of stormy early warnings
.
so there i sat and would not feed
that impulse (pure, insatient need)
instead i’d watch the fire go~out
and listen to my cakras shout
about how good it felt to be
immune to earthen gravity
about how good it felt to love
when hanging just a bit above
.
where i espy the rising snake
up~stir a breeze across the lake
cool~whispers of remembered names
alighting baby~blue~ish flames
a breath of life from up~on~high
no help from me, not e’en a sigh
the surest, universal sign–
the breath of g~d, the life divine
.
i can see me hanging out
beneath the tallest tree
roll another cigarette
smoke a bowl (or three..)
i can see the struggling
the fight with destiny
sub~conscious will to keep on livin’
beats in~side of me
.
i can see me hanging out
bequeathed the star~light faire
list’ning to the bull~frogs belch
their songs in~to the air
i can see the irony
of breaking my own neck
struggling with a destiny of
love gone straight to HECK!
.
i can see a moth nocturnal
call me to re~wind
i can see the light and darkness
two~sides of the mind
i can see my reach extending
further ev’ry day
knowing art will guide me grace~ful
through a middle way
.
i can see a moth nocturnal
living without end
i can see no sacrifice to
match losing my friend
i can see no other way
to rise above the pain
i can feel these verse re~verse
an impetus to hang
.
so there i sat and would not feed
that impulse (pure, insatient need)
instead i’d watch the fire go~out
and listen to my cakras shout
about how good it felt to be
immune to earthen gravity
about how good it felt to love
when hanging just a bit above
.
where i espy the rising snake
up~stir a breeze across the lake
cool~whispers of remembered names
alighting baby~blue~ish flames
a breath of life from up~on~high
no help from me, not e’en a sigh
the surest, universal sign–
the breath of g~d, the life divine
.
dana~shine and monkeyldy
firefly was always ready
tori from the world out~west
did suit my rebel spirit best
while babs and all those sweaty~boys
with instruments and childrens’ toys
did guide me through the forest dark
and light a beneficial spark
.
and every~one i found down south
(who tried to kiss me on~the~mouth!;)
the souls who came from far~and~wide
to save my life–or stir my pride
well, time will know what none could say
which would be true, which would betray
but hanging here upon this tree
i see they’re still a part of me
.
i can see me hanging out
bequeathed the star~light faire
list’ning to the bull~frogs belch
their songs in~to the air
i can see the irony
of breaking my own neck
struggling with a destiny of
love gone straight to HECK!
.
i can see a moth nocturnal
call me to re~wind
i can see the light and darkness
two~sides of the mind
i can see my reach extending
further ev’ry day
knowing art will guide me grace~ful
through a middle way
.
***** (inspired by a foot~long large~mouth bass and an orange & black nocturnal moth– both of whom lost their lives at my hands: while vacationing at long pond cabins with my family, during the week of july 17-23, 2004)
Martha Kelch Poetry 