Grace
The silence and sense of
grace
caused my breath to drop
and deepen.
My heart beat to slow
and threaten to stop.
All that I believed in
became an illusion.
The earth welcomed me.
And I began again in
peace and solitude.
Disguise
My beauty disguises the
pain I carry.
Come closer and admire
me.
Applaud my mystery.
But only from afar.
My unusual beauty
survives in isolation.
Do not touch me
for I shall fall away with human touch.
Admire my unworldly
beauty.
My ungodly splendor.
I live in silence.
I thrive by adoration.
I die by touch.
Distance is my ally.
Apropos
Apropos of nothing.
You speak as if words
had yet to be born.
The devil and God
compete for the aristocracy.
Otherwise they would
have nothing to do.
Only the caterpillar
knows how to live and die.
Embrace me like a happy
person.
One with a road map.
To get inside the
elephant and crawl through
The hole in the trunk.
Turtles sell their souls
but keep the carapace.
To know what hard really
is.
A long walk down dead
man's bluff.
Who are we when our skin
is transparent.
When the earth is empty.
When hate is reborn in
every cell every day.
When grace becomes an
automat.
You can look through the
window but never touch whats inside.
When you hate the things
you love.
When animals are here
for the taking.
And the prize bull wins.
When will it really
begin.
And how will we know.
Will some mystic save
us.
Will saints materialize.
Will the future be every
day we live.
And the cobblestones
rise up and speak the truth.
Barren Earth
The barren earth speaks
no more.
The wilderness accepts
our plea.
Forgotten by the sun
once promised.
We bow our heads in
forbearance and strength.
The love that is
inescapable will guide us to the
Garden we once knew.
How well did you tend
your garden.
Our silent voices
know that toil will redeem itself.
Our visions guide our
prayers.
The desert is outside.
The garden is within.
How will you tend your
garden.
The days will not
wither.
The sky will not darken.
The earth will not dim.
The mud that dries our
hands.
Is the alchemy that
waits unseen.
Merlin
As Merlin sang I
exchanged my life.
I became a hawk and then
an eagle and then an owl.
Wings appeared on the
soles of my feet and I took flight.
The tress housed my
spirit.
Streams and lakes sprung
form the deep and dry earth.
Rocks remembered the day
their souls were lost.
The earth meditated.
The only sound was the song the fish whispered
Sandy Rochelle is a widely published poet, actress and filmmaker.
She narrated and
produced the Documentary film, 'Artwatch,' about famed art historian James
Beck.
She is the recipient of
the Autism Society of America's Literary Achievement Award- and hosted the
television series, 'On Our Own, winner of the President's Award.
Her Documentary Film, Silent Journey is streaming on: http://www.cultureunplugged.com/storyteller/Sandy_Rochelle
website: http://sandyrochelle.com
Publications include: Dissident Voice, Poetic Sun, Black Poppy Magazine, Potato Soup Journal, Wild Word, Ekphrastic Review, Every Day Writer, Spillwords Press, Formidable Woman, Impspired, and others.
These thought provoking poems are peppered with extraordinary imagery that shake and awaken us to a place of profound inner questioning. A supremely gifted poet who has the capacity to part the curtains between us and eternity.
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