My Body as a Map

remembering lover nestled along

feminine curves; arch of my back

roundness of hips and buttocks

a battle scar: numbed area above mons

where they cut through muscle and nerve

arrival of little beloved that 100 years before…

could have killed us both if the scar wasn’t there

intimate sites knowing pain and pleasure’s stores

where my body traveled…

even in the scars, brokenness and pain…

it is still a beautiful map.

(c) Amanda Wilson 2013

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I Know You Care

Sometimes my blog posts are just about sharing what I find to be very moving. Ellie Goulding’s song “I Know You Care” is music that moved me to tears. Lately, I have been thinking about attachment and love. The past couple of years a lot of close family members, and friends have been going in and out of my life. These partings whether it is through death or it is their time to move on can be very painful. This song and blog post are dedicated to a dear friend who recently parted my life and will be missed.

Amanda

Eye of the Storm

Eye of the Storm

moment’s pause to catch my breath

its hollow sounding rattle rasps

reverberating conic echo

strange silence inside the hurricane

coiled spring inside my broken chest

waiting…waiting…waiting

for one last collapsing breath

exhaustion beyond reason’s solutions

seeking true home’s tranquility

remembered in eye of the storm

(c) Amanda Wilson 2012

The Dream by Pablo Neruda

Every so often we read poem that are both comforting and beautiful at the same time. It has been a long time since I posted the poem of another writer, so I thought that I would share this.

The Dream

Walking on the sands

I decided to leave you.

I was treading a dark clay
that trembled
and I, sinking and coming out,’
decided that you should come out
of me, that you were weighing me down
like a cutting stone,
and I worked out your loss
step by step:
to cut off your roots,
to release you alone into the wind.

Ah in that minute,
my dear, a dream
with its terrible wings
was covering you.

You felt yourself swallowed by the clay,
and you called to me and I did not come,
you were going, motionless,
without defending yourself
until you were smothered in the quicksand.

Afterwards
my decision encountered your dream,
and from the rupture
that was breaking our hearts
we came forth clean again, naked,
loving each other,
without dream, without sand,
complete and radiant,
sealed by fire.

by Pablo Neruda

Hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I did.

Amanda

When You Give a Damn

When You Give a Damn

it’s gonna hurt

when you see, hear, or feel

around those who suffer

those whom you love

it will twist in your gut

like someone stabbing you

when taking away pain

isn’t an option

may even anger you

when he or she lives

definition of insanity

expecting different results

from doing the same moronic thing

over and over again

you’ll love them

any way

cause you give a damn

(c) 2012 Amanda Wilson

Mystical Romance

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Mystical Romance

Far above worries of the world,

Lone figure sitting on rocky outcrop,

Grounds herself in moment,

Shoes taken off and bare feet,

Meet craggy and rough on skin.

Tears freely flow,

As beloved how I longed for you,

Heart ached so deeply,

Felt it splitting in my chest,

Breath catching in throat.

Do you hear me, Beloved?

Do you see me, precious one?

Oh how they have failed me,

Futile searching,

Heartbroken.

Please show me…

That you see me…

As I sat on the rocky outcrop,

Rich russets, dynamic orange, and passionate crimson

Peaked through the clouds.

For a peaceful span of breathing

I felt perfectly loved.

That in the midst of the pain,

Something miraculously beautiful

Will fill a tired heart with longed for joy.

A great adventure and mystical romance.

(c) 2012 Amanda Wilson