On Being A Medium
I become a conduit for spirits
I snake out snake stretch
crawl into memories
touch others in places not seen, then recoil
bring out quivers of confusion
shoot arrows of recognition
mix metaphors of wishes with similes of life
wander boundlessly
plains of journeys traveled for millenniums
milieus of spirits past, present, to come
I direct through direction
make tears fall
shudder out truths, propose
release madness inside a covered shell of shame
Different eyes stare around mine
spiritual mouths employ me
to scold, renew, guide, scorch, forgive, tingle, love, and
mingle with words that don’t remember being said
I become a conduit for spirits
And lives mesh through eternities
MariJo Moore ©October 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
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"crawl into memories
ReplyDeletetouch others in places not seen, then recoil"
Marvelous poem, goes down to the bone and into the wind.
One always reads your poetry and writings and sees worlds beyond our own. Energy Never Ends is among your best. It took me into the center of your Medium world and made me feel the helplessness and anxiety of giving up control to allow the powers and spirit to work though you.
ReplyDeleteWhile the joy, too, must be there, it's the "never-knowing" that's scary.
IMHO, Energy Never Ends is among your best works. You nailed it. Again.
MariJo,
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you're writing. It's inspiring. Good to hear you . . .
<3 Melisa