today – pick a card and write non-stop for 5 minutes, then fashion your poem out of the words you have… i like this kind of stuff, on the edge of consciousness, good mining is found here… i found a tarot card, the 5 of swords from a goddess deck, isis with her fierce swords at ease…
5 of swords
i do not know why attack
is always on the cards…
the sharpness of steel words,
the cut and thrust of the “t”.
will i always need
five swords to defned myself?
the weight pulls my shoulder down.
but my head is tilted to gaze out further,
out towards the birds flying free,
the red landscape
of drift and dirt and hills,
waterfalls to quench the crimson thirst,
the dark, green comfort of cypress