bon voyage

Posted in Uncategorized on February 9, 2010 by suzanne
as I write
the first of my completed
gift work of my hands
is winging its way to British Columbia
to a Beloved there
after it arrives I will post a photo
but not before the receipient has it in hand
as it’s  color and pattern
and text(ure) is unknown to him

I have made 56,287 stitches for him
into a comfort giving 8.5’ x 10.5’ blankie
and thought a- and be-musedly about him
throughout the making

and in between times
I have completed three plain knit
(not lace) afghans
for the Chicago grand-daughters
and one to throw around my shoulders
to keep off the chill of this room

already another large one
is on the needles
in the works

loosening her stays

Posted in Uncategorized on January 30, 2010 by suzanne
keeping time.  in keeping with time.  a kept woman.
shackled by circumstance.  the evidence?  circumstantial.
as was her birth? No. her birth was planned. but the planners
based their plan on circumstances beyond their control.  but that
was then.  when she was on a leash. and now, she is kept.
shackled.  customary?  yes. the links of the binding
chains: usual and customary.  she roams in her mind, less shackled.
still not free.  think you she misses the taut flesh of her youth;
those masques?  her roles in them. shackled then to lush form.
as it always has been; so it continues to be. nymph shackled to tree;
mermaid to sea.  unrestrained women, bound.  yet sub rosa 
unruly free. 

lush beneath the corset stays   plush beneath
the lacings. rogue and tongue-in-cheek unchecked;
behind the rouge a loosened widow piqued.

threescore and ten

Posted in Uncategorized on January 23, 2010 by suzanne
when I was a kid
 like most kids
 I thought I’d live forever
  (though I also knew
    this was my last time ‘round)
and I certainly thought
70 was nigh near ancient

and yet here I am
as of two days ago
70
!

and gleeful to report
almost all the things
I gathered,
was told,
or learned indirectly
  from listening
  to old folks speak about themselves
are absent from my life

no stiffening of my limbs
 nor any other of  the common
 debilitations of ageing
 physical or mental

and those of my ideas
which are “set”
 have been so
 since I was that kid
are about the importance of love
and the Connectedness of all things

and those things
most important to me  then
reading
writing
the Outback
cats
other Beloveds of all stripes
the work of hands
words
unruliness
speaking my mind

remain my passions
as intensely today
as they were all those years ago

I could not wish for more
personally
and for the world
I continue to wish for
what has eluded we,
the species:
peace
plenty
and that blend of
reason and emotion
that invigorates the spirit
and which would make us
truly sane

osculations

Posted in Uncategorized on January 9, 2010 by suzanne
there are kisses and kisses
here   I mean the ones
shattering perspectives
 of loneliness
and I am overcome
by fleeting visions
of lips  speaking the body language
of the ur-tongue

here is the autumnal morning
mist   hiding the frosted kiss
upon the leaf fall
the good night  sleep tight kiss
of growing season’s end
grace note to beckon winter sleep

here is the kiss
lips and tongue forming
words  silently offered up
in sing-song praise of the gem
before your eyes
its many facets reflecting
all the true you’s
brought together in
burning focus
of brilliantine mineral kisses

here are star kisses
traveling for eons
to cool kiss your night body
into fire  after a day of
bright solar kisses
and clouded rain kisses

here are my kisses
traveling the length of your person
word kisses wandering into your ear
whispering lip kisses into the shallow
at your throat, into the nock
  of your elbow
into the navel sump left after your fall
 into the grace of life

here is the intimate kiss
 of acceptance
your body projecting
 into mine
to be rapt and wrapt
in the wellspring  well sprung
 kiss of slick interior walls

here are the kisses
you have bestowed on me
over all this distance
from the back side of the moon
from lover’s tombs
from the spoken words echoing out
 of the ink long dried on the page
from the tales you told
peeking in at the kitchen window
under the willow
from under the mushroom’s gills
from out the hazelnut’s shell
from the taste of salmon
 on my thumb

kiss me again,
my loves,
as I lay my lips on you

oratorio

Posted in Uncategorized on January 5, 2010 by suzanne
fingers talk
  the voices in my head
thought stalking fingers
 voices captured  linger
in the eye  let  entrance
into    other heads

and there is singing
wood metal string
sing along
smack the drum
tenderly tap tap pat it
song of the skin
skin drives the mindsong
out of brain
out of skull
throat opens  sings
its song

retrograde

Posted in Uncategorized on January 4, 2010 by suzanne
directions at random
 feet tempted to take a flying leap
found    one fly agaric
a temptation of visions
half mad truths
mundane in some elsewhere

here the local talents
 assemble their wares:
the silkworm spins a tapestry  in languid dream
 of  bat flickers  across the backyard sky
 guided by his inaudible song

 cloven prints by the creek
 all that remains of a satyr  passing through

this woman seated   among mayapple parasols
 needles her canvas with silken threads
 stories the tracks
and trackbacks
of all that passes

hibrrrrrnation

Posted in Uncategorized on January 3, 2010 by suzanne

evergreen

currently I sit
in the midst of a Nor’easter
though I’d prefer
more snow than is forecast
the wind roars
and at the head of my bed
the window has a missing piece
about the size of a quarter
the storm window does not keep
the wind out
baby gusts swirl around
my head
as the roar lifts and falls

it’s almost too exciting
to sleep through

I revert   or
progress
depending upon your perspective
to the sleep pattern of the cats:
sleep whenever you’re sleepy;
otherwise  be awake

through the day/night cycle
any hour might find me awake
or    asleep

I  coil up and huddle under
covers  available in the three rooms
where I spend major time
excepting the kitchen
where I stay warm being active

one of my favorite seasons
 THE favorite when it is newly upon us
 and unveiling its unruliest face
drawing up and into
my head
(and my knitting)
I amuse myself with fancies
 which involve more activity
than the season encourages in me
it is a hunkering down that pleases me
             though
I have resolved to go  Out more
  rather than use the Wonder of the Out
  to enhance the Wonder of the In/n

and to take my camera
though my camera does not
care for the cold
necessitating the use of body heat
to warm it between shutterings. . .

frost and froth
simmer and stew
winter words of power

the stark of it all
enchants me

my new year’s eve thing

Posted in Uncategorized on January 1, 2010 by suzanne

outback maples (2)

it happens every time
before the event
I already know just how it will unfold
in me
I’ll watch the snippets of welcoming in parties
starting with Auckland
and moving through the time zones one by one
and every celebration I watch
has the same effect:
almost immediately I begin to tear up
and as the countdown proceeds
and the camera pans between
the descenting or ascending ball
and the crowd
between the kissing and the fireworks
between the strains of auld ange syne
or whatever else they may all be singing
and the shouts of excitement
it becomes difficult to fight back the urge
to let my tears become weeping
and inside   it is as if
my heart somersaults
with feeling

all this
over a date
designating the beginning of a new year
the precise day for which
has varied over time and place
generally between January 1st
(after January was added to the calendar
around 700BCE)
and March 1st
(a nod to the newness coming with the vernal equinox)

until Pope Gregory XIII more or less fix’t January 1st
as the beginning and eventually
         decades  centuries pass here
it became THE New Year’s Day

you see how arbitrary it all is
and yet
there I am year after year
my heart somersaulting my eyes full of tears

I think I figured it out
last night
in the midst of the experience

my reaction is to optimism
a perceptual attitude toward the universe
which is  to my mind
too little on display
but on New Year’s Eve
it makes a boffo annual appearance

the memes of fear
the doom and gloom
about the state of the world
especially the state of human affairs
always on gnerous display
and yammering in our ears
are shut in the closet
and everyone who comes out
comes out without them

lest you feel badly for these abandoned memes
do not worry yourself
as they are on the playground most every other day
of the year and
while the revelers let out their optimism
they are being attended behind closed doors
by the depressed
the curmudgeonly
the terrified
the joy slayers

I am a year round optimist
as far as my own perceptual attitude goes
and so frequently I am a minority
of one among    moaners groaners and whingers
I try to avoid being with them   en masse en messe
and it happens less and less often
as time goes by
but to see it in full bloom
as people cheer and hope for
a better time in the immediate upcoming future
well
it moves my heart to somersaulting
and my spirit to joyous weeping
I nurture the wish
that the feel of optimism
and its consequent effects
could be realized by/for these crowds
all the other days of the year

quasi-limbo week

Posted in Uncategorized on December 31, 2009 by suzanne
the last week of a year
any year
in this particular instance     this year
mind you  all of this arbitrary

I am being more or less
  outwardly indolent
this week between visitors here
a rare happening
and that impulse
 to use the inward directing winter
 to try some things new
so I’m thinking about what newness
to pursue . . . 

my eyes stray from the screen
to a note tacked to my lunar calendar
something about compiling two poetry manuscripts
I wrote it at the beginning of 2009
and those two manuscripts are still
mind texts only
and so it goes with lists and plans
in my happily distractible state

to be fair to myself
I did finish a handful of knitting projects
with another four to be completed within days
(with another 17 or so on the needles:
proof that I have grand notions

my intent: to put a material handmade
long lasting something into the hands
of each of all my   Beloveds
a means of extending my presence
after this suzannish glee ride has come completion

I sit here eyeing an afghan my mother knitted
some 40 or more years ago
now a coverlet on an ottoman
throne of cats
yarn outlasting yarn
so I have chosen this way
of string and air
to be physically present
in my absence

it is apt 

I call them “adult blankies”
for who doesn’t need
a large soft splash of color
lace patterned
to wrap up in
to fend off chill while
fever dreaming
to induce otherwise dream and sleep beneath
or make mad love under
who does not need this?

for we are of the warm blooded family
with a fierce need to keep the heat
around us   cells combusting without rest
to keep us warm and going on

who does not need this?

and while I knit myself
into palpable comfort for those I love
as the comforter grows in size
it covers my legs and keeps me
warm
as do all the thoughts I have
 about the wondrous
    you
for whom it is intended

my list of ToDos
as always   lengthy:
you know
you are
on
it

a splendiferous 2010 to you

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winter solstice 2009

Posted in Uncategorized on December 20, 2009 by suzanne
waiting swells the fertile belly
and the hungry sea
 swells of rise and fall
squalls of shore lap  land fall
jettisoned from the deep by breach
or head first into fray and glory from beneath
the prophetic caul  the caw bespoken
among crows lighting with black sheen upon
the snow of breast reading the undeciphered ley
lines of winding that crawls wind written to surge across the
meadow in its season of waiting for chlorophyllial boon
oftsprung offspring of the necessary seed freeze
waiting to green thaw