Thursday, March 20, 2014





Mother Nature’s kiss
On the brow of sleeping seeds
Awakens all life.


~~~

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Thursday, October 31, 2013

Self-Doubt



 Poem © 2013 by Joyce Mason
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 Thank you for spinning me into self-doubt
your perfectionism a magnifying mirror
of my own.

My creations rendered ugly by your measure
words only a mother could love
the baby spanked with your measuring stick
before it draws its first independent breath.

I’m grateful for the preview
of the moments that will terrify me
when my uniqueness confronts others
more concerned with form than substance.

I’m better prepared.
I stood up to you.
Self-doubt will not be
the boss of me.

My child will go out into the world
find its own way
make its unique contribution
and if it wears purple spiked hair
with a gray flannel suit
self-expression and reverence for custom
will meet in an explosive synergy
a blast that leaves in its rubble
the best of all worlds
an explosion that might just change forever
the one where we used to (almost) live.

~~~

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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Loss and Found




Poem © 2013 by Joyce Mason
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When all the grief is gone

echoing the emptiness

There is only love.

There is only love.



And this is the reason for loss:

that we might know

the height and breadth and depth

of our capacity
to feel

to expand our hearts

to keep on loving more

until we burst

into starry fireworks

and return

to the love and light

sparks of the Creative Oneness

made in Her image:

Divine Mother.




~~~

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Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Older Than Dirt




Poem © 2013 by Joyce Mason
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Today you are officially
old, senior by even the strictest
definition.


I dare not write
to say Happy Birthday
risk opening the ancient wound
each of us hurting the other
in ways so subtle
they go right over
our heads.


I’m still not over
your last missive
dripping regret
cursing the calendar
biology
wrinkles
being wider
maybe not wiser
your losses as palpable
as the sorrow still in my psyche
grief as old as dirt
not even buried
by four decades
and a marriage that’s right for me.


Us at our best
still eclipses the pain
the sadness
the chances we passed up
each in our turn
the eternal enmeshment
of our psyches
my dreams
a constant replay
you still haunting
my soul
with alternating grace
and damage.


I was in my scrapbooks
this week
for another reason.
You were frozen in time
young and virile.
I hit replay in your
photos, cards, gifts
vapors of your disappearing acts
rising out the pages
opportunity unrealized
loss crystallized
fading to yellow


tears of mourning
arthritis of the spirit
too old and creaky
to flow down the rut
we dug
in my cheek.

~~~

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Monday, July 8, 2013

My Throat




Poem © 2013 by Joyce Mason
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Deep inside my throat
A cork begs to be popped.
Fizzling words, opinions
feelings
New Year’s Eve of Flowing Voice
spilling
celebrating
not stopping
till the last bubble bursts.
 
                 ~.~

The song reverberated.
My sinuses a sounding board
my lungs
a bellows.
A passageway cleared
to hit the high notes
for the first time in so long
I was a giraffe.

~~~

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