Note on Love

Does Love conquer all? Can it mute the dangerous war cries of jealousy and betrayal? Love opens the senses in awareness, Of others' pain radiating, Please remember their pain may be the soil, Out of which vengeance is born. Will your love soothe? Or will it put you harm's way? Will it, in fact, lead to healing? No doubt true love also includes A healthy dose of safe distance For oberservation-- This the poets may forget to mention. Clare Buoyant  

Wondering...

What a fine line it is to maintain one's sense of wonder Or to swim in utter delusion. With all the alcohol consumed, Meds (whether prohibited or legalized) ingested, Enchantment appears buried under the rubble of disappointment and terror. Trust that you can tap into childlike simplicity, And forego quick fix. Love, Clare

Memory's net cast-- Hope' the silver catch, Only Forgetting-- The release. ~Clare Bouyant

Policies need to be viewed as guidelines not dogma.

Embraced by a Breeze

yearning
what was
so long ago--
today
ready
for more missing
instead
I came home
and was welcomed
by the embrace
of a breeze...
wind that did not push
or disregard,
softly moved around me
gentle protector
love
laughter
a feeling
a memory
like when we
were together
that first time
you just touched me
all else fell away
except joy.
contentment
today
you were here
in the breeze
now
forever.

Bright and Breezy

A rooster crows in the background as hinges creak for unlatched doors and free hung signs swing in the wind. The music of movement: steady with the prevailing breath only to be surprised by crescendos of sudden gusts and prolonged howls. This music brings me out of sleep.


A bright, bright morning streams in the window as the storm clouds break down like circus tents,  loaded up to move onto the next town. In procession of silver, grey and cotton candy puffs, the clouds move on, opening greater expanses of blue. Lighting up the satiated grass  so green; flowers, gold, purple, rose, budding everywhere. 


I surface, free of disturbed dreams. The inventory of consciousness taken finds the body is indeed refreshed. As refreshed as the world outside. It is a miracle. Last night's discomforts carted off with the breezes, I rejoice with the breaks in the sky. 


That is the miracle of a new day.