Tag Archives: soul

Finding Morning

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Hello, Morning its been a while since

you and I sat down -to share a hug or a smile.

these days don’t come easy, there’s been lots of soul-washing -feelings,

feels like latter rain of latter days

cloud gatherings that tell me how God dips my coffee-made soul deep down in honey

then I’m not alone and the bees are there to pollinate my tears into honeycombs

that tells me all my fears have drawn to the surface something that’s always been eroding

and finally when there’s nothing left to save

my soul and I find morning

kindness sister

Nobody but God

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I wanted to count the days a little longer. Stay under the brightness of the winter-storm. Snow and sun, and snow, slightly picking up mesquite winds. Although our worlds are shifting.

Our Merciful prayers have never been the same. The baby birds were cooing underneath the misty drizzle. The temperatures steady but dropping. The sky and I, weeping over something weak and terrible.

I think we were enjoying too much of self pity as of late. Tasting salt droplets, like leftover pudding. Cream still there just harder, firmer now. Puppy wrinkles for eyelids and the sky too. Didn’t seem to matter much. Neither one of us seem to help the other.

Then my soul goes off without me, as if it should, wondering about darkness, sickness bending one and the same ashy-twig, frantic but holding.

Dear God, the weakness inside my soul seeps out like weeds.

the needs of your people, ever-growing but God, this is where you crack our heads open with miracles unfolding.

kindness sister Krissy

Some Folks Say They Won’t Talk about It: aka I Say, I’m not ashamed” There Are Rainbows around Dark Corners.

IN memory of The Poem, sung By Billie Holiday “Strange Fruit”

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin’ eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin’ flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

In the beginning, of the long dark, frosty night. I stood watching the angelic clouds, beautiful angels hold gatherings-surroundings of the same dark city. Deeper and deeper- angels brought us safely across bridges and stoic mountains holding our dark past within its grooves.

We over came the hatred of ourselves. The hatred of our skin’s- bitter fruit. Strange things, “scented Magnolias sweet and fresh” the eyes of the south, the burning of the mouth and “blood at the root.” Hold out your tongue, chile,’ don’t cut it out.

The soul of black bodies, the soul of white folk, marching,

“Jim crow” behind us,

all the while,

the cross before us.

and we made it,

some places, we bore the heat of the chain,

some bore slavery at its shame, and we made it,

somebodies’ son, somebodies daughter, “swinging on the poplar trees”,

the road are swollen, some, no road at all.

Still, we made it

and all the while, there were “splinters, tacks and boards torn-up”.

We never stop, we never sat down.

and now, my dear chile’, with the road before us, we’ll hold on,

we” hold on chile’.

kindness sister Krissy Mosley

Absorbing Invisibility: aka: Capturing the soul

Smoke in slow motion

quiet eyes soaking in the juices

here we are, in snap shot

mounted, suppressed my spirit into a squirt of a lens

reconstructing my soul to water

drinking from the wells that never run dry

walking on the rivers,

smile deeply in the face of adversity,

my soul makes human

makes me believe, there’s still good left in the world

has me thinking – I am machine trapped in its blood

where I bleed out all the colors of all the other humans

our only desire, let out our souls- out and be free

where I escape to be made in the southern warmth and sunshine

hold back evil of this time,

the soul of the prophets’

priestess and people drink down a sad song

blood on the trees , blood in our veins

blood and it rains – making our souls

come alive in all its pain, in all its darkness

damaged and wounded- x-master, x-slave

x-preacher, x-teacher, x-leader

x-destination, sooner or later

we gotta let our souls… if only,

a little while…

kindness sister Krissy

My sweet Sol:

november-rain-olive-lg

(image credit photo: November rain- http://majamaki.com/2012/11/november-rain/ )

My soul

emerged – east of the Nile river

deeper – in the Red sea

Nesting in the wilderness

Hatching in milk and honey

I fastened my shoes in Passover

Borrowed gold, exchanged my foreign speech,

not bruised, marked or curse

Yet-upright my soul stood proudly

My soul has a name in Canaan- that’s mighty sweet.

 

Growing Day 27) Napowrimo- Variant Haiku

Tranquil #1Planting

tree space

in my soul.

Tilling

watered holes

turning over anew.

Gardening

inward growth

preparing for harvest.

As (April )National Poetry Month is quickly passing- I am blessed today with all goodness and kind words, flowing on my blog and others(such positive goodness) . Please visit if you haven’t

Day Twenty-Seven

The dedication bloggers have-its in our blood. I understand this habit of writing and sharing. As (my grand) daddy would say  Howdy-“keep milking the cows,chase a hens or two that’s good livin!”… I am thankful for this space to write. There is nothing more beautiful,when I look around and see love…

And today’s prompt – optional, as always — comes to us from Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem. For example, you could write a hay(na)ku sonnet, like the one that Vince himself wrote back during NaPoWriMo 2012!

Happy writing!