the chanter

it begins with breath and

your hands upon its warmth

seeking the rise and fall

over the long smooth wasted form

each time reconnecting building

familiarity with heart and brain

those neural pathways defining newness—

union between heart and soul

breath in and out, a tantric rhythm

seducing with touch coaxing sweetly

melodic wales, haunting and taunting

spilling forth in sacred crescendo

you stand one cold fog-laden day

upon the ocean shore

her edges lap quietly at your feet

frothy and white, playfully so

and you, naked beneath the tartan

breathe into her—all rises

over ears catching the song

you rise beneath the heaviness of cloth

I wait for the day you tease and

coax the chanter to sing its songs

at the ocean edge where I will dance

in jubilation knowing you are free

and the notes coalesce in the misty brine

tears indistinguishable in the wetness

that envelope us all

in that moment we awaken

Kat

27 December 2017

Ric's Poetry Mic 2 January 2018

Hello fellow writers

In the spark of new expanding light, I nearly forgot to welcome everyone to our upcoming "Ric's Poetry Mic."    "Welcome!"

With the intention of celebrating in between the lines this holiday season, out cropped love and joy.  An expression of peace on earth, good will to men.  The outflowing of laughter, understanding, sharing, and hearts co-mingling while harmonic energies flowed abound.

Taking no extra resources to create this magic, the bells did ring on Christmas Day.  With skies clear and sun bright against the chill.  The ocean beaches shy of people and the Mother sang strong.  Her voice always there, her froth nipping at the edges of her incoming breath- spewing her foamy self.  Plump sea birds nimbly caught those wet edges toppling like ornaments on a Christmas tree in a light breeze.

Renewal present in every glimpse--blue, white, and all the shades between on Her waves forming walls of motion colliding in a festive square dance sallying forth and back.  The vastness, a Universe of will and surrender.  Of love, self-love.  Compassion.  The holiday came and went, and on its heels is a New Year.  To embrace mightily.  To sing it in with our heart's content.  This is it, fellow writers.  This is live time.  We are on air.

Wishing you a merry week and a Happy New Year celebration.


Come join us and share your creations at our 17th  "Ric's Poetry Mic".


Be well and inspired,


Kat