Smells like Me

Smells Like Me

Hammering in my head
On the walls
Heads to walls
And fucking falls

Isn't it beautiful?
The Running
The laughing
Giggling children...
Beautiful

My love is always complicated
Furry snout
Howling
Out for blood
Tear it apart
Sniff at the pieces
Smells like me

To love all pieces
The mean
The Shameful
Sometimes a leaving 
Is a loving
Living is loving
Don't die
Or if you must
Make it a good death

It blew in on the wind
I'll let it go on the Ashes
Grow grow grow
Just
Go go go
Just let go

My sisters hear my howl
They too run 
Fierce feet
Calloused souls
Burn, burn it down
Just a making
Unmaking
Unraveling

Held tight in strong arms
He knows me
He sees me
And still holds tight
He fixed some things he didn't break
Together we mend the pieces

Running with my little wolf
Howl
Run in shadow
Finding words
Circle
Circle
Circle will Hold

Dirty dove
Dive dive
Grey
Feathers flying
Perfect
Just so

 
Sisters

Corn sister 

reaches for the sun

With purpose

A scafolding, sturdy and strong


Bean sister 

winds upward

Feeling out and protecting 

And at turns being protected


Squash sister

content to the low places

Shades the ground

Protects the roots


Sisters all

Shifting forms

None is all

All different

All the same

More than trinity

Multiplicity is divine


The fourth sister was a dancer

In the garden

Heart on her sleeve

She brought the rain

She opens gates


What is sunny 

Sometimes needs shade

Broad leaves peek out of the canopy

low finds the sun

Roots in the dirt


Respecting, loving, and cooporating

They make their way

Upward, crawling, and twisting round


All with purpose

All with love

All is separate

All twined


The lessons learned

In sound

A longing for dirt beneath the nails

A longing for laughter fills the heart


A village

A gate

A path home

 

















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  1. LexieAugust 8, 2024 at 9:04 PM

    Love this! Especially the wolf imagery and 3 sisters poem.

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