Poetry by Sophia Alexander
"My Life is a Poem Sung Free"
Not a Circle
Spiraling journeys across the skies
Shapes within shapes
Borders inside of borders
The fractal pudding
The words of science
Forming pools on my lips
Lingering as love poems
Dampening, entangling, resonant bodies
Time exists eternally as memory
Always present in crystalline threads
Weaving the coordinate singularities
Joining past and future
Always the co-mingling
Revealing in relationship
We re-write it all.
A Magic Moment
A surreal dinner cooked by Nature’s Chef
An artist’s eye capturing the lonely tree on a Carolina beach
Homage to the creative spirit living us all
Disparate elements appearing on the same stage
Re-Call in the rendering that we are all joined,
In a familiar family, no matter how it seems
Mind cleaves reality into parts,
Decrying the heart’s need for Wholeness.
Our remembering cleaves us together again.
Life Lives So Large!
The Hare is really in the Hat
Let us hear the call
Hate Becoming Light
Enraged I was
For oh, so many years
How could it have been
Hate leaned so heavy on my Heart?
It made no sense
As the years tumbled by
Hearing “Men are no damn good”
Hissing in my ear
Venom coursing through my veins
And yet life took my hand
And dunked me in the river of fire and freedom
Pure love growing bright
And ever more grand
I live it now
No planned programs of hate
Pulling up my roots
Casting me aside like dirt
I claim my love
Blossoming each moment
Unfurled wings of light
The Essence of Angels
Flying in the night sky.
Part I & Part II
The Crack on the Path
Don’t step on the cracks
Breaks the mother’s back
Tired of that old shit
Burn that silly script
Rude ranting rules
Harvested with hate
I don’t compute
This cacophonous clatter
Time/Space is collapsing
Old lenses caking with dirt
Shedding superfluous selves
Falling into the crack….
Good-bye
Part II
The Disappearing Mind Trick
Living and Loving this Lobotomy
Surrounded by the tatters of old paper dollies
Ancient identities idled on the side lines
Mind dumped raggedly on the road
The not-me keeps hitting the Enter Button
To bring up the old files
They’re nought to be found
Cupboards bare with mouse droppings
My angry middle finger
Was heavy on the Delete key
Now everything’s gone
Trash Can empty
Nothing exists on the poet page
In the sound healer haven
Or cozy in the curandera closet
Old Mother Hubbard will have my head!
But sitting here tapping keys
Following every blurry road sign
Sewing the threads of many colors
Jolly well taking dictation
Life wants full penetration
Gentle wings into the fertile fold
Softness overcoming my heart
I’m elegantly, Secretly elated
Hello!
Grand Children
Worming their way
Into the caverns of my heart,
Like sand invading the clam
The young ones find their way to my door.
I’m reaching inside the pocket of my delight
To pull out a warm, white orb,
Waiting for hungry hands to open
And cocked ears to hear.
They leave fed to the filling,
Gamboling down the walk,
Happy sounds slipping from their lips
Pearls clinking in their pockets
Ecstasy embracing my soul.
Dare to be Drab?
Really?
Must mediocrity prevail?
No dreams allowed?
No light and shade to make curvy casting on the wall?
Really?
Who wrote that script?
The dirt hums and the mountains sing
Y’know
I hear laughter in your eyes
And frothy pudding flows from your cup
Instead, let’s frolic the fandango
Castanets clicking in the summer sun
The guitarist spinning around himself
As voluminous skirts tell a sensuous tale
You and I meet in the middle
Fingers groping our luscious parts
Words emerging from our lips
Kissing and speaking in alternate measure
How grand to find you here
Pop Goes The Weasel
In and out the Mulberry bush
Life is so bamboozled
You and I give up the Ghost
It wasn’t so very easeful
Happy is the way we feel
When once we find the easel
Art was what we all embrace
The ground of all that’s peaceful
And Just Like that we find our way
Our lives are queer and boisterous
We put our heads in muskrat hats
And watch the world adore us
You once knew me as one who stood
Alone and so dejected
And now you find me here with you
Alive and so perfected
Hee Hee
The Earth Speaks
Drink me in
Feel my striated layers and deep meaning
Give from your depth to enhance my beauty
We are one
Always
Not scattered and senseless
We are cleaved in mighty moments
Play with me through the centuries and deep waters
As I give to you unceasingly
Your feet sink in my sand
And climb the mountains of my form
As you soak in the nectar of my dappled shadow
How much of me can you feel?
Enter me now and taste us together in the same bowl
All our “pretty parts” unite.
Through The Looking Glass
The underworld rises up to meet me
My Wonder Woman body
Encasing me in Beauty
Helming my own starship
In charge of my personal path
Ablaze in courage and delight
The reality I want to see
The life I want to live
Appearing before me
The softness of moss
Rises to meet my hand
Even before I touch it
The sound of your voice
Arises in my awareness
Even before you speak
Somehow, I dream it all into form
These sudden realizations
Calling me into being
Dedicated to Carrots, Paul Cezanne and Jacqueline Hobbs
Wonder Woman & The Great Horned Owl
An owl! Really?
A changeling in my mirror
A friendly pop of image on my screen
“Hmmm,”I say, in humble retort
Perhaps a feathered ‘familiar’
Joining me in salutary service
We are a couple of hoodwinks
A pair of scandalous scallywags
Flying our invisible planes
Seers and Shape-Shifters
In all dimensions
Igniting inspiration everywhere
At first I imagined I had to choose
But the great merging has begun
Called forth by the One of the Many
No miracles expected
Just miracles lived
Hallelujah
Standing Alone
A Divorce of Sorts
Alone and on the edge,
You plummet head over tail
Into the breath of your own being
The death you expected
Not manifesting as you take the sudden leap
Instead the magnificence of freedom
Fanning you alive
The Beacon Beckons
So rarely, you see a star
Twinkling in your direction.
“Morse code?” you wonder.
Your heart leaps high.
The star blinks on and off,
Clearing its throat,
As your mind turns cartwheels,
Neurons flying.
You hear the star’s well-timed voice,
Anchoring you in place,
Lighting you from within,
Flooding you with Peace.
In that moment,
You grow ten feet tall,
Head above the clouds.
Closing your eyes and clicking your heels,
You find your way home
Watching you move
With such gentleness & grace
A composition of dreams
Reminds me of early spring walks
The surprise of green shoots
Delicately peeking from the ground
Half a cookie, never enough
However, I am
(Enough, that is)
The Tower
Rickity pickets
Taken from an old fence
Piles of debris
Awaiting proper placement
“Where is the architect?”
You call from the wings.
“The design is not yet stamped”, they say
“By the Bureau of Rules and Regulations”
(Even though I stood in line for hours
My name never called)
My head swivels on its axis
Eyes peeled for something new
“Show yourself,” I shout!
“Must I stand alone?”
“Why do you look to the past”, they cry.
“Give up the old ghosts”
“Power in the tower is gone”
“Your hands hold the hammer”
“Pick up a nail”
“And get cracking”
The Bear Inside
Frozen, twisted smile
Held together with mud and baling wire,
Maybe they won’t notice
The menace that is my rage.
I hold it captive inside my cheeks
Like chickens in a cage,
Tight as a rubber band.
Waiting to be broken.
Relax, old girl
The rage is a mage, waiting to inform.
You hold all the cards.
Demand to see the jewel!
Expecting the worst (mayhem and madness)
You hear instead your gallant heart,
As the bear in you rises on hind legs
Restoring your song.
Being still
being still
soft curl of leaf
fold of shadow, casting contrast and change
being fluid in that field
no holding on
silent liquid light
Standing still
torrents of water
passing through and around
Each and every
Mute chorus awaiting
Stones upturned
Clouds Akimbo
Palms of generations unite
Shifting beyond words
Cotton candy threads
Spinning the form
Freedom sprouts leaves and light
Who Leaps Over?
The Earth eternally coats herself with pungent perfume
Her dress covers my shoulders
My eyelids lift, bright light pours in
I’ve awoken on a precipice
Staring down the layers of pregnant fog
Still awaiting instructions that never come
My mind suggests cartoon bedfellows
With schemes of nefarious purpose
Like Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd
Yet, my pockets are bulging with tokens
The bus driver crooking a finger my way
As heady breath whooshes me forward
Suspended for a second, getting my bearings
My salty fear dissolving in pools of water
I hit the switch and make the jump.
“Leapin’ Lizards!” Annie shouts.
Yo Sam, I ain’t no namby-pamby either
Leapt at last!
Nestled Cups
Asleep on the shelf
I find them there
Breathing softly
Their eyelids are thin
With delicate lashes
Shy blood vessels showing through
They are up so high
I must reach to touch their essence
With my fingertips
I feel them stirring
Awaiting my words
Needing a fertile place to land
I whisper in their ears
Hearing the echo of my voice
Breathing into their awakening
Reaching into my pocket
I find the baton of the ages
Waiting to be passed on
A new choice arises
To cradle them gently
In a velvet quilt
As Beauty takes form
Her unveiling
Life Becoming Peanut Brittle
Taken apart at the seams
The dross in the refuse bin
Pick up on Thursday
Coming in whole this time
The basic ingredients of Love
Assembled in a new kitchen
Sound becoming Light
Light becoming Mater
Exactly precise
I’m Here
Strong and Clear
The impossible not required