To Lucid Dream You

 

if awake is land … and sea is sleep
and shore is verging orient
a borderland … like autumn
where drowsy now seams next
and dream is litter strewn

and shard shell vision trace
and sea grass drifting mood
and torn thought wrack
tide luminous in waves

then I shall lucid dream you
float lambent in two spheres
sense presence of your undertow,
and surrender to the riptide
of your oblivion

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artist: Claude Monet

Note to readers … Reception of The Taste of Bees in Honey is most decidedly good. To those who purchased a copy through Amazon, I am very grateful.    I send special appreciation to those generous and kind people who wrote reviews.

I’ve been composing a second volume which should be available in the next few months.  “To Lucid Dream You” will be included there.

To Love Like Alchemists

 

 

They … love like alchemists
choosing costly feeling shades
from their essential palate
reduced in the immediate
to rare precious elements
they refine like lead to gold.

She … pinches saffron pistils
in cool morning harvests
their moist crimson threads
she finger tips from crocus
to distill a golden savor
to increase their passion.

He …  plucks iridescent beetles
from arid desert cacti
choice dew sipping jewels
he pestles in a mortar
with salt and oil to scarlet
for their lips and kisses.

They … from Grecian cliffs
pick spiny snails
to milk for Tyrian dye.

They … stain purple love knots
upon each other’s wrists
and a place upon the neck
to reify lacunae.

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artwork by Peter Lee

to congregate with maskers

Apache Mountain Spirit Mask John Farnsworth

I shall congregate with maskers
circle dance their holy ground…
lift its soft warm dust to clouding
with my bare…bare tender feet

ki-tana-po, ki-tana-po, ki-tana-po
ai-na, ki-na-wchi, ki-na-weh

take up chants…petition spirit
croon a cadence rise and fall…
imbrue thought…and bear the
weight of a vast imagining

chi-li-li-cha, chi-li-li-cha
don-ka-va-ki, mas-i-ki-va-ki

stretch my arms to the horizon
caress air with open palms…
shoulder weave above the plaining
and think locus to the earth

kive, kive-na-meh, kive-na-meh
kive, kive-na-meh, kive-na-meh

for I’ve access…if I wish it
to a universal voice…I’ll overlay
significance…I’ll imagine wisdom
in its ancient keening howl or…
its whispering syllables

ki-tana-po, ki-tana-po, hopet*

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artwork by John Farnsworth

“Apache Mountain Spirit Mask

*The ancient Hopi words of this chant have lost their English equivalent.

 

there is a ritual for waking

 

coffee 02 diebenkorn

there is a ritual for waking

as dreaming traces disappear

like misty steam upon a shower

wall…involving cotton plush

then cloth petal layering

for naked bodyness

there are burnt berry aromatics

poured in a thick white cup

a scratch of knife on toast

news brash of voices, and

the purring of a cat…

then gathering of encumbrances

an instant catch of breath…before

the opening…and closing of

a door

Bonnie Marshall

Art: Richard Diebenkorn

 

in another room

other voices jamie wyeth

we swim in amniotic warmth
and trampoline her shore;
we taste her sweet and salty,
scent vanilla carrot mint

her soft voicedrift descants
heartdrum… throb whoosh
murmur burble wash…of
our presence in her space

then…pulse and pulse
crown pressure and release
for skinness to be air lit
inner outer brash and thrash

sometimes…
when we step to darkness
when we enter light
comes remembrance…place
comes remembrance…rhythm
comes remembrance…music dance
in another room

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artist: Jamie Wyeth