Spirit awake

Cherry

By Itane Vero

Thu, 12 Sep 2013
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That's how I started. To provide a sound

overview. Time, space, causes. What could

happen to me? I had everything I needed.

Old Gouda cheese in a refrigerator, freshly

squeezed  grapefruits at breakfast, a god

who spent his days nodding between the

covers of a holy book. Maybe I should have

known better. But I was too busy to check

the actions in my agenda. Suddenly it was

there. Wild yeast. All that time the nosey

organisms had been resting, fermenting

and simmering,  And now it is here to stay.

Enthusiasm. It is growing in my hair, in my

eyes, in my hands, my mind. It is unlocking

the doors, is blowing the dust of my books.

It is wiping off the smeary scratches of my

horizon. And fills the empty spaces in my

new journal: the unexpected, the beautiful,

the incredible. That's why  I can only look

at my life as if it is a pjoop-pjoop game. To

provide playful chaos. That's how I end.

 

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Comments

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Lovely! Liked the 'wild yeast'  Enthusiasm, inspiration , these are stirrings of Life.         Elsie

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

As Elsie says, the wild yeast is a great image.  Playful chaos, sounds like a mantra.  Great piece, Itane Vero.

Linda

Submitted by scratch on

Good poem Itane, is this below correct as you want it or is it a typo - as I suspect - though it works both ways?

 

"the doors, is blowing the dust of (off) my books."

 

Submitted by Itane Vero on

To be honest, it's indeed a typo. But on the other side - would you also suggest - it works. Funny.