visit: the meadow's Mind after Kafka stung me (freeWrite)

*~* here lies a tiny exercise: I shall tell you the exact Words which flow as they flow...

no corrections, no edits now.

Here, Dear Reader:

I was visiting the meadow's Mind after Kafka stung me;
Eudora* rocked me in her arms;

Theda's wicked wanton lips tickle the King's aching ear,
she Gifted him his Jeweled years to play anew;

whilst watching this regal show, so privileged I,

my pen began to move across the room;

incredulity aside, I thought I ought to tell you...   :

(to hide inside the billowy Poem walls...)

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the invisible woman blushes;

for the length and space of an elvin breath

her mind projects faery-hued purple orchestrations

to dance symphonic colours all over the King's walls...

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angelic grace, a mid-Moon's face, 

a song his Heart hath twice remembered eighteen thousand years from now;

all suddenly flame his grief-torn, solemn Soul; 

his ego steps, shy, gingerly aside -

the Tortoise King lumbers up to the silent princess;

he pretends two strong legs can move his body;

at once he climbs astride his Lady

Finally, the King shall ride...

the unending Night's ivory mares

raise their regal heads; their eyes flash joy to know their King shall ride anew

tbc...?

more than one Muse o'mine animated this Poem:
for Dr. Franz Kafka, who haunts and Inspires me!
For Mr. Arthur Phillips, Author and Friend...Thank You for Writing, unlike any other
and *Here is Eudora Welty, one of my favorite Muses. She's a Southern Writer, but unlike any other...  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eudora_Welty

*every* piece of Poetry I allow to sail or trundle its way through me.
always I dedicate to my beloved husband and SoulMate, Robin Taylor

 

attack

To break.

                I break. I lie against thy Heart.

Refuse thy hug?  was ne'er my true intent;

solely stark fear to close mine eyes tis why -

pray help me shake this plastic revery!

I hug thee; for e'er sorrow not to've touched;

our physicality doth terrify;

( this spindly thread by which I cling to Life,

to yield to your love, most surely, I should die)

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My Life's been kissed to glimpse these tortured times;

deep Mysteries surround my Soul's designs;

to Live beloved Lives, Love's spiraled streams...

but at this Moment:

My Heart pounds sinister Music

I pray for Reality's Magic 

Steel chains burn, sear, scorch my pale bare flesh!

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Trees, Books, Cats, Birds, Food, Wine abound,

Gold - hewn Gifts to soothe an earth-grown body.

I see it all from my perch inside this plastic prison.

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My darling,

He invited me in to dine;

He waited, a gentleman true; he walked tallest 'mongst men;

He waited, unaware, for his SoulMate,

and I appeared,

 an Imposter

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luxurious inhalations; pure Dawn's roseate Air - (breathe breathe breathe!)

No longer mine.

now:

gifts for my hypocrisy: 

shivers shake me!

 In Moments, the throngs will view a stoning.

my flawed Humanity...

I beseech thee, forest goddesses,

your eyes upon me, ever watchful, kind,

even in my shame-stained plunge...

I beseech thee, angels mine:
combine my Mind, my flesh, my bones,

so that I may be round again

I shall be Better.

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My Life's been kissed to glimpse these tortured times;

deep Mysteries surround my Soul's designs;

to Live beloved Lives, Love's spiraled streams...

to Breathe, in Freedom, to glimpse Immortality....

I shall be better this Time.

 graces

Airborne for...

...ceaseless concentric Circles spiral;

Time shakes herself; 

 feathers fly; they escape, crystalline paperweights,
in sudden loquacious storming torments;
we float,

Airborne upon worlds of  Words' mighty Wings;

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the errant plumes kiss Voices aWake;

 solely Her old eyes see...

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celestial Music zooms and is quiet...

"LoveLoveLove," she sings..."Be Lit, BeLight, Awake! , sad Sky...

be lit
be Lit

  be Lit...

...Light...

aLight..."

Be Lit.

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flying, flying feathers everywhere, letters caught, letters leap!
  dusty deities' delicate hands;

every Word ever Spoken, ever Written, aLive!
 Each thought:  To Be Told...

Open eyes, tiny Creatures!  
You are the sentries of these Storming Words!

(they drape the Universe in hot feathered Stars,

kiss his ears as he Sleeps, as soft old Seas rock his Heart...)

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ceaseless concentric Circles spiral;

Time shakes herself; 

 feathers fly, escape crystalline paperweights,

Airborne upon worlds of  Words' mighty Wings...

 

Winter 3843

Winter, 3843

My tawny royals, I feel tiny in the globes through which you see...
Your Lives have existed here for Ever...
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I witnessed the Night of the Lion Call, far East,

the Day Felonicio burned and you were forced to flee your caves;

Your agonized roaring ire towered the fires, 

filled your flaming City;

you fled the jewel-encrusted walls you had Created;

My Heart broke to see you leave your Gold,

but I knew your proud return would Be;
Myriad Lives await your Magic

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My head lies touching yours, here inside a diamonte Night'...
A quilt aLive with purrs, paws,
conquestial Dreams... 
so many old cities ...

(unfinished for now, as Damon erased the next stanza, his head rubbing the keyboard, his nose nubbling my hands, my paws nuzzling his frankinscented, patchouli-ed secret coat, so rich and warm on this sweltering afternoon...Damon, angel, I wonder where to find a keyboard for you, especially for you and your pride)

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 I will soon return, in an attempt to reconstruct the missing scenes....Maybe Damon did not feel pleased? :)
                                           

All Hail King Tortoise/ Saluons la Tortue Roi

I Dream my two crystalline Faery Balls

show Seascape scenes; King Tortoise reigns 'bove all!

My right-hand Globe displays a Story writ;

King Tortoise's husk flaunts Words in haute French knit!

My beloved English Globe glows to my left;

soft Music down-drifts round her; rivulets;

King Tortoise's mouth intones loquacious prayers

He beckons desert damsels, Songstresses' fair;

The King twines English Poem - beads through raven hair 

He waltzes tender Hearts to Reptile- Fayre

I Dream - my two crystalline Faery Balls

Show Seascape scenes; King Tortoise reigns above all!

By Day, the reptile King scribes English prose;

Night smiles; revealed: His Francophonic Soul
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a lonely hookah floats away, on Sunset's sparkling undulating waves...

** for A.P., wonderful Mentor&Friend,& the most Magical Scribe I know...

© CherylFaith Taylor  

ps I do not end my lines as they appear here - the line breaks happen due to the webspace  codes - please see my new WebHome Coming Soon!

www.cherylfaith.com

Weaving Jasmine's Dance

soft Prelude

I

Jasmine Maiden sighs, exhales Twi-Light stars;

She sings exotic language in my ears;

My Soul, aLive, transforms her Words to flower;

Winter's Maidens dive to their caves in tears

II

She opens a Door to a moist mossy World,

where warm rough tongues trickle Music down your thighs;

"Maiden of Flowers paints your face ToNight!

 Gaze not upon Winter Ladies' weary eyes..."
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Canto Pequeño I      (Pequeño...  please see endnotes)

Arrival

The Heat arrives, crimson-attired,

needle-Minded, ragefull;

His dubious euphony cacaphones my ears!

Sirens pierce me; (my love hears only soft Dreams breathe);  

Stars melt down - their grey shades darken me

(In Peace, my True Prince slumbers through to Dawn.)

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Canto Pequeño II
la Tormenta

far-'way agonized tunings taunt my tears;
Frozen, I lie, prickled - o sumptuous fear!
I'm tethered to a schizophrenic Storm.
Unforewarned, a stranger here, but he finds me,
enfolds me in his Dreams; unquiet I lie -
a stranger in his arms or to myself?
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Canto Pequeño III

Eudora's Play

Begone, maniacal King!
No space here for Jesters - only lovers!

  Eudora watches with wise old eyes; 

He waltzes me in musky, swampy, lustful, yearning Morn;

Kissed by Eudora's Joy, I've joined her Game -

Finally! - I'm honored to be stung;

we melt in steamy luscious Dreamers' Air

Why am I a chosen one,

to witness this rich spectacle?

I feel so beautiful to be stung

 (I see myself, a puppet prancing 'round emerald mounts,
hung, in the pre-Dawn rose, )

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Canto Pequeño IV
Jasmine's Web

Play me, move me, Maiden of Flowers;
Weave me into your faery-flocked wreath;
I never minded the stultifying Heat;
I rather loved His touch

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Canto PequeñoV

 Breathe

Jasmine Maiden sighs, exhales Twi-Light stars;

She sings exotic language in my ears;

My Soul, aLive, transforms her Words to flower;

 enchanted to be aroused so -
these bewitch-ed pre-Dawn hours -
tethered to the schizophrenic Storm

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© CherylFaith Taylor  

**Pequeño means "small," in Spanish

*** with love to a beloved Muse, Eudora Welty, and endless gratitude for her beautiful, rich Writing, 

especially a certain Pagan - theme-d Story...or a couple

Brian

                   Brian 

This Morning, I had the privilege of seeing, speaking with, hugging/being hugged by my dear Friend, Brian, who passed in 2007. Thank you, Brian, for appearing in my Dream! The last time I saw you was approximately two months after you passed; my family and I were in the veterinarian's office, looking at the kittens somebody had abandoned on the vet's doorstep; I turned around to check on my child, and you stood not three inches from my left side, slightly behind me. You appeared as the adult I last saw in 2000, muscle-bound, tatoo-ed, hairless-headed. Your sweet crooked smile lit me.

     "Brian!" I nearly screamed! "You look exactly like my friend, Brian!" You said not a word, but you nodded. Dark glasses disguised your sweet darling eyes, but in that Moment, I hadn't a doubt you had come to visit, to encourage us to accept JimmyCat (James Brian Morrison) into our home.)
Please come back again, if you can, while I'm still in this part of my LifeCycle...


      I feel utterly blessed. Thank you, sweet Brian. You always make me smile; you always make me feel safe. I miss you so much. I pray, someDay, to meet you in the Spirals. We can play our clarinets, and maybe enjoy a little bit of.... hmmm...You were the first person I ever imbibed with :) 

     Brian, I always love when you appear. As you did while we were growing up, you never fail to bring me laughter. You have always helped me to feel a part of the world...Thank You.  Dear Friend, I love you.
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 (slightly extended & slightly different...I'm certain I shall combine these, or they will disappear into a Poem.   This is, after all, my online Writing *Workshop*
 (I welcome you, Reader.)


      I climbed the new Spring grass, up into the hospital parking lot, walked up another level, ignoring the stairs.  P.V. (?) or your best schoolfriend, C.S. (?) - twas P., I *think*..was talking with you on her little black phone. I simply (complicatedly?) knew she was speaking with you! I don't remember whether I asked her or she...I think she said to you, "Oh, here comes Cheryl. Do you want to talk to her a minute?" In a second, my greedy hand gripped the phone, as if to glue it to my ear, and your smiling deep voice filled my Being. I melted in Joy! I don't recall the conversation. :(  P. (?) expressed impatience for the telephone back, to speak with you, due to limited Time...Tears of Joy welled inside me and my eyes probably spilled over a bit...I ascended the staircase to the hospital; I began to run, as you were waiting for me inside the lobby!! I twisted my way thru the spiral doors, and you waited, tall, fit, your lovely, crooked, ironic smile aLighting your face, Brian! Brian!!! BRIAN!!!! I fell into your arms. We spoke, but I don't remember our exact Words. I cried and smiled and Joy suffused me. You hugged me into your warmth, protected me, reassured me, as you so often did when we were in school.


      Inevitably, as we inhabit different dimensional realms,  we had to part. I awoke in my bed in upstate NY, 2012.  I love you, my dear Friend, Brian, and I always will.. I pray to meet you again in the Spirals. I miss you, my friend. I love you for Ever.  

click to see JimmyCat (James Brian Morrison Taylor) by Robin