My Poems: Beau Fleuve

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“Reward”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

A brown-gray spider

On a web of woven

Gossamer

Rambled up

Dew-sprinkled rungs

Toward the tight bud

Of an amethyst tea rose,

Awaiting its fragrant reward

For the climb.

 

The moon smiled her approval.

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“Check, Mate”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

Q – QR5

Q x Q (!!)

Kn x Q

 

Why drop your mouth in amazement?

You dangled her right in front of me, daring me—

You’re the one who thought I’d run

And do all I could to hang onto something

So obviously important

In order to keep her in

Reserve for later,

Just in case…

“I never expected you to do that”—

You’re damned right!

I’ve learned it’s better to not have expectations;

That way, I can never be disappointed again.

You took it for granted that I would

Never make such a huge sacrifice—

As a result, it cost you your most precious piece,

Your Queen,

And, ultimately, the game.

“Player”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

Like a chimp swinging

Branch to branch

Easily through the trees,

Attaching itself firmly

To the next before

Releasing the

Hold it had on the last,

Being mindful of the branch’s location

In case it needs to fall back on that

Anchored limb left behind.

Maybe the branches will tire and

Refuse to take part in this

Game being played

And let the chimp fall to travel

On its own two feet.

“Kundalini Totem”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

Along the path I see him

Nestled on a fallen log

Awaiting my arrival.

Are you the one?

Yessssssssssssssss…

Should I fear you?

Only arroganccccccccce issssss complete abssssssencccccce of fear

In the faccccccce of the unknown…

Coiling ‘round my feet

Rising gyres

Upward spirals;

A slithering embrace

Brings me face to face

With the yellow eyes of green Kundalini.

 

Diving into my throat without warning,

Burrowing toward the heart;

A dull tugging at this chakra

As Kundalini continues

Downward

To exit from the vulva,

Carrying in his mouth

A large, black mass from within.

One bite of his fangs

Releases a yellow ooze

From the dark lump;

The poison of my pained heart

Puddles on the ground.

 

Transmutation begun

But not complete…

“Shamanic Journey”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

Down, down, down

To the drumming sound

Damp, dark steps

Descend to the depths

To the womb of our Earth Mother.

 

This earthen smell

Leads not towards hell

But to the part

Where beats the heart

Of the love of our Earth Mother.

 

The tunnel floor

Reveals a door;

Once opened wide

There is inside

The realm of our Earth Mother.

 

Leave fear behind

In hopes to find

The spirit guide

Who dwells inside

The heart of our Earth Mother.

 

Be welcomed by our Mother.

“Grounding”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

A tap root emerges from deep within my womanhood

Plunging downward to pierce the ground beneath my feet

Penetrating, tunneling, driving toward the

Throbbing pulse of the Mother

Through layers down to where the

Core expands as a crystal cavern

Gleaming white, bright light

Surrounding a warm, deep pool

That accepts the presence of my root.

Drinking deeply of the Mother’s love,

Sending it pulsating up through the tap

Into the depths of my own cavern;

Its throbbing energy stirs the senses,

Commanding my full attention.

Arms outstretched reach toward the sky,

Lengthening, branching out

To embrace the warmth of the sun,

Drawing his energy into my limbs;

An electrifyingly intense current

That seeks out the pulsating rhythm in my womb,

There to unite with the Mother,

With me,

Mingling sensations of an internal dance;

Cosmic energy now contained.

 

I am one with the Earth,

One with the Sky,

Their united power in me.

“Metamorphisis”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

Your touch has cracked the

Crystal chrysalis ‘round my heart,                                                           metamorphisis

Thawing its icy exterior with a kiss.

And now the dilemma…

Shall I hold back, waiting,

Hoping you will peel this shell away,

Or do I burst forth

To test these new wings,

Daring to love again?

 

You give me the strength to try…

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