Promethean heat

We escaped our bodies
by the Promethean heat
of our words,
and cheated time and space.
But now we fall back to Earth
and our clumsy flesh.

Whether it has soul shaking symmetry
or heart-beaten unevenness
the bloom of this day
will end,
as all must open and close
before the moon or sun.

No matter the path
whether we stumble or dance,
down or around,
we will get lost.

Out of the dark
of the cave
follow this trail
of loving words,
back to where we danced
before the fire.

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Sea cave at Sorrento © Jennifer Phillips

Heart-beaten

Finding context

A window opens, worlds collide...
The moon tilts on its axis
and our connection sparks
on the space-time continuum.

Spun out of our words,
we burst into reality
to place flesh on the bones
of our parallel contexts.

I always had a dear friend
but our meaning has deepened
contextually on this nexus -
perspectives framed and referenced.

The interlocking portion of our Venn diagram
shall all too soon be wrenched apart
as our internal worlds click back like cogs -
to regular positions in parallel contexts.

© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)

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The giver of stars

Hold your soul open for my welcoming.

Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me

With its clear and rippled coolness,

That, loose-limbed and weary, I find rest,

Outstretched upon your peace, as on a bed of ivory.

Let the flickering flame of your soul play all about me,

That into my limbs may come the keenness of fire,

The life and joy of tongues of flame,

And, going out from you, tightly strung and in tune,

I may rouse the blear-eyed world,

And pour into it the beauty which you have begotten.

by Amy Lowell

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Six years without you

Dust is thick on my tongue

from the cool pine planks,

when I hide under my bed.

I kiss the floor with my ear

the earth is a chorus of cries

Which voice is yours?

I hold tight the glass slipper

This room is listing.

I am rocked to sleep.

You bloom in my dreamlight.

I search the dust for sand.

In the heat of my heart,

I will make new glass.

These slippers worn when 

we were young, no longer fit.

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Floorboards © Jennifer Phillips

Those sweet words

What did you say?

I know I saw you singing.

My ears won't stop ringing

long enough to hear

those sweet words...

What did you say?

End of the day...

The hour hand has spun,

before the night is done,

I just have to hear

those sweet words,

spoken like a melody.

All your love

is a lost balloon

rising up through the afternoon,

'til it could fit on the head of a pin.

Come on in...

Did you have a hard time sleeping?

'cause a heavy moon was keeping me awake...

and all I know is I'm just glad to see you again.

See my love,

like a lost balloon

rising up through the afternoon

and then you appear.

What did you say?

I know you were singing.

My ears won't stop ringing,

long enough to hear

those sweet words,

and your simple melody.

I just have to hear

your sweet words,

spoken like a melody.

I just wanna hear

those sweet words.

by Norah Jones

To a friend

I ask but one thing of you, only one,

That always you will be my dream of you;

That never shall I wake to find untrue

All this I have believed and rested on,

Forever vanished, like a vision gone

Out into the night. Alas, how few

There are who strike in us a chord we knew

Existed, but so seldom heard its tone

We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.

The world is full of rude awakenings

And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,

Yet still our human longing vainly clings

To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.

O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!

by Amy Lowell

Pelicans © Jennifer Phillips

Milkshake

Daydream delusion...
Limousine eyelash.
Oh, baby with your pretty face,
drop a tear in my wineglass.
Look at those big eyes!
See what you mean to me...
sweet cakes and milkshakes.
I am a delusion angel.
I am a fantasy parade.
I want you to know what I think...
Don’t want you to guess anymore.
You have no idea where I came from,
we have no idea where we’re going...
Launched in life
like branches in the river,
flowing downstream,
caught in the current.
I’ll carry you. You’ll carry me.
That’s how it could be.
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?

Poem from the movie "Before Sunrise"

Chocolate torte made by me! © Jennifer Phillips