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I am a romantic. But, I’m also a realist. Some things never go to plan, no matter how beautiful the intention is…

When Tom Hanks’ character in “Castaway” exclaims how grateful he is to have had Kelly on the island, with him….damnit, I get it. Who knows what’s happening back on the mainland?!

Sometimes, it’s all you can make of love, a visionary plan in your head, or heart as it were…

Because you have to press on.

I know…I carry my muse…I’m grateful, too.

Because she was with you, kept you, encouraged you,

saved you….

Onto the work of 2019.

POWER

I will paint the world with my love for you
Drape it’s scorn
in rainbow colored strokes
bowed and florished in the places
where upturned mouths
dare to spin
lies of our unGODliness

I will speak beautiful you inspired poetic verse
– against
the din
of small minded judgement
noting in iambic pentameter that
God’s truth
is too vast
for such
confined spaces.

I will play chords of rhapsody
becoming the digital extension of
great masters
A prophesising symphony against
the hypocritical ledger lines
of loving in abomination

I will pour out
my song
‘Til chords bend
spilling blood droplets into the winds
of change

I will make right the world with my love
– for you
It is my gift
from God-
And such things are not given of
darkness.

D.E.Womack ’17(Copyright)

 

There is too much happening in the world. Lately, all I seem to think about is what are human beings doing?! Why are we here? There has to be something meaningful about being, doesn’t there?  Is it love? Maybe. At least, the idea of it keeps me motivated still, IMHO we tend to do a lot of damage with that even if we get it right once in awhile.  Perhaps, it’s faith? Just believing something, anything, lends power to a day, a choice, love again…we’ll see.

The Nature of Faith

This is such a delicate leaf,
Fallen from the tree,
and landed upon my open hand,
barely alive with living.
IT is yet
beautiful, shiny, and mostly green
BIG, with hints of yellow
I place it close and peer past the aura of connection
glowing from within its veins

Recognition.

Wonderous that here,
in the warmth of my care
Maybe, it is unaware of death,
Already encroaching,

Is this magic?
Would the cold ground have stirred it with a fear of Witchcraft or mysticism?

CHANGE.

Causing it to care so little for all its lost possibilities

that it dare not       love

The last of these moments      to bliss
Believing it still IS
a leaf
in my story
Just beginning its appointed journey?

D.E.

I was thinking about the loss of Aretha Franklin, the real deal “Queen of Soul” the other day.  It occurred to me that of all the amazing songs that she earmarked with her larger-than life talent, my two favorites seemed far and apart, “Until you come back to me” and the soul stirring live rendition of “Mary Don’t you Weep”. Why did those two leap at me? I don’t know…exactly. I love almost everything she ever sang. Still, after listening to both, I thought maybe it’s because both remind me that as humans “doing”, we make mistakes, we incur losses against our hearts and spirit, but will and hope can and do prevail, when love is our guide. We sometimes have to count our disappointments and pain as opportunities to see what we are intrinsically made of…there is a promise in that. So, thank you Aretha for helping us put soul and sound to that journey….

Putting in the work

With a tremble,
I lay the way bare for you,
Genesis of the new…
I am vulnerable with conviction
Consumed with touching
Your soul,
Infusing our wills
Or freeing these vexing spirits-
for the sake of humanity’s
food and feast. LOVE.
The wait has been too long,
And troubled-
My anger thwarting the Angel’s
machinations,
I have been humbled, then remade of copper
Burnished to brightness over time
Branded of understanding-
Too free to choose then
Contrarian of my own truths,
Denier of desires
Still the stoke
Smother the smoke
Kill the flame
Be liar.
But you stay
In front of me
And looking away is impossible.
I know what you know
Advantaged?
What grants you such power to steal me in moments-

Tearing away my perfectly crafted pieces of pretend dis-passion.

What whispered word,
Showed you the way back past all the defenses
loving you made necessary?

Forgive me,
We all believe only what we need as long as it serves us
And,
we are still here
Here where and when love is rare
Too late -for indecision
Too long without -to lose more
Everything to gain
For awhile.
With a tremble
I lay bare the way for you.
What will you do?

D.E. Womack ’18

 

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

-Anaïs Nin

I came across this quote many, many, years ago. It resonated with me, became my artistic mantra….everything of consequence, the parts of us that make us unique creators in the world, is in a battle to remain the same, to stay unspoken, or to conform but, you are born to YOUR purpose, sooner or later  you must risk blooming; the alternative is unthinkable.

 

New Thought

We step into our power
taking no short cuts
in the leisure of denial

We step into our power
In halting starts or forcefully thrust
over stumbling blocks
of conformity…

We step into our power
armoured only in
the threads of our Light
-bloody and scarred
battle worn
of rejection
but, resolute
-We are unique like that
Perfectly set in defiance
Crafted against sameness

(First) Artistic creation
Is always (pure of)
Sin

We step into our power
often as crippled lambs to slaughter
spilling our sacrifices
over thrice hardened stones and canvas frames

We step into our power
alive
Breathing life into dead dreams
of impossibility
merely by our existence

We step into Our Power

Because WE are the powerful
and we must
fulfill our creation.

-me