The cold and sparkling silver of the sea...

I stole the title to this entry from the following poem by Sara Teasdale, which called to me so clearly today. How I do enjoy her work.

I Thought of You

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea,
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

Sara Teasdale

This is the way of love,
how it grows and shifts...two lines from my poem, This is How I Love You Now

Today is calm and quiet but not much is getting done. I've been daydreaming of traveling and came across an article on bogs and that led me to Glenullin, Gleann An lolair, in Northern Ireland. While reading the information on the Iron Age culture my longing and love for the rushing cold waves of the North Atlantic crashed over me. I would like to return to the stark and quiet beauty eventually.

I have posted a new poem today called "The Bones the Soul of this Religion"

A Blackened Room

I have written a few poems and posted them since I wrote last. I just haven't had much time for poetry or more personal things as work is keeping me hopping with several new and returning clients. I wrote a new one this morning called "A Blackened Room," which you can read on the website.

I have a new laptop that is really just fine...optimized for HD TV, with 3G...am really enjoying it. All the better to work with, my dear.

It appears that my trip to Scotland will have to be postponed now due to the expense of the air ticket and the nasty weather over there and up north. No way am I going to get stranded in the Newark Airport for 2 days again...nope. Instead I am planning a trip down to Key West, complete with a ghost tour and a visit to the Key West Cemetery, the southernmost point of the US, the Ernest Hemingway Home, the Robert Frost cottage, and certainly more. I considered going to Mardi Gras in New Orleans but think I'd prefer a quieter break, lol. Hopefully I will come back with a few new poetic works to share. So here's one I enjoy by Robert Frost:

Ghost House

I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me--
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,--
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.

Robert Frost

No new poetry....

YET...thank that damn slave driver who's had my nose to the grindstone for the past several days. I've achieved amazing feats of work...the list for today was hellacious and I thought I would never complete it. Guess what?? I DID and it is just 9 pm!! I need a pat on the back...but the next several days will be just as grueling, except Saturday I am taking half a day off to take my daughter out for her 16th birthday. 16?? WTF, I do not know where all that time flew away to. LOL Got to love it. Her bday is on Friday.

Oh, yeah, the slave driver is ME. Believe me, you would never ever in a million years want to work beneath me. Ever. Not unless you are a glutton for punishment and get off on being pushed to achieve to utmost of your humanly capability. An occasional project would be ok, I would be somewhat lenient if you can impress me with your genius or make me laugh. But as a regular employee? Nope, you would be expected to exert as much energy as I do, every day that I do.

I have a few more of the audio poems up. I decided to put up a few old ones from the collections. Hopefully I will have something new to share soon.

Sea Stealing Shore...plus...

I am trying out this audio poetry thing...it is taking a lot of disk space on the website so I think I will have to just do a few then switch them out instead of building a big vocal library. Or...I can fork out more money monthly for more space but as my poetry doesn't really bring in much money it doesn't make fiscal sense. lol Well if I take off some of the photos I will have more room for the audio stuff. It's an experiment.

My latest poem is called "Sea Stealing Shore" and is currently posted on the website, both in written and audio form.

I'm juggling several new things all at once, some exciting and some blah...we will see how my new projects turn out. I am always full of ideas but unfortunately I am only one person and can't even begin to take advantage of all that blossoms in my mind. Sometimes I wish I could clone myself but then we'd all try to be in charge of each other, LOL No, not good, not good at all!

This Is How I Love You Now

Funny how this poem (the title of this blog) came to me, nudging me from my sleep...I had been up for about an hour (from 5:30 am - 6:30 am) and went back to bed. I was nearly asleep, on the edge of sinking in, when suddenly the first line of this poem came to me, followed by several others. Usually when this happens I allow them to dance around in there and then I fall asleep anyhow, which means the lines will be lost. This morning I just felt I had to capture this, so I stumbled around in the dark and found a pen and my beautiful Italian leather bound journal imprinted with "The Allegory of Spring" by Sandro Boticelli. Actually it just has the Muses from that painting. This journal was given to me as a gift from a client a few years ago. It is so beautiful I hesitated to write in it for a while but then took it to Scotland with me and began writing in it then. But this new poem has the honor of being written in this beautiful journal, hand scratched in the dark. Yes, I do write in the dark sometimes, lol.

I do like this poem, not sure exactly why I like it so much as it came in very easily and there it is. I was even thinking I might like to record this one, but we will see...

I've also updated the site with a beautiful poem called "If You Forget Me" by Pablo Neruda.

No, dear, I am not the Antichrist

So, so sorry to disappoint...LOL. Seriously, some idiot typed my name into goggle asking if I was the Antichrist. At first I wasn't sure whether to worry or laugh but as you can see, laughter won. I really have to wonder how many dumbass people there are in the world. I am a human, just like everyone else. I have my sorrows and my joys, my good times, and my bad...and I definitely am not powerful enough to be the Antichrist nor would I ever want to be. Nor am I a dark soul, just an older and more integrated one than most...I am wise enough to know that without dark there would be no light.

I'm still contemplating on whether my new design is too bright...I do like bright colors, ok...more or less ALL colors.

Today I have written a new poem called Each Star Stares Down It isn't a very cheery poem at all to kick off the New Year and sort of odd at that as I am in a wonderful mood! But what comes out, comes out and that's all there is to it. It started coming in while I was in the shower.

Well, I had the quietest Christmas of my life and enjoyed it very much. It was cold in Virginia, in the New River Valley, but not enough to snow. We did get to see remnants of snow along the river up in the higher elevations. We spent our time playing games, watching movies, watching the amazing sunsets from the front porch of our cottage, taking walks, and going on drives in the peaceful country. We had planned a Civil War daytrip on Sunday (the 28th) to Cloyd's Farm, the Dublin depot, and the site where they destoyed the bridge but my son wasn't feeling well so we had to nix it. Hopefully on our next visit we will be able to stop there. I actually slept very well and felt very at peace and reconnected with my children, my partner, and our Mother Earth in the quiet. I will share a few of my holiday pics here and there are more on the poetry sites front page.





Those pics were taken from the front porch. At night it was so dark, especially as the New Moon was Saturday (Dec 27th)...the sky was lit up with the constellations. It was the loveliest thing I've ever seen.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..............

We are on the road again...FINALLY! Oh, I can't stand being stuck in one place for so long and I am ecstatic to be on the road and traveling. We are currently in South Carolina, heading up to Virginia where we will hideaway for the next several days in peace and NO WORK! Imagine that, me not working. I know, it's crazy isn't it? The sky is falling, LOL

I won't even have an internet connection for days. This is what workaholics have to do to prevent themselves from working. Someone better hide the blackberry too.

Happy Holidays! I will be silent for a while now but I am gleeful and with my little loves.

Ho, Ho, Ho...a right jolly old elf

Yeah, right...LOL. Trying to be jolly, really I am. BUT, as SW says, I am instead BACK IN BLACK. Mourning that is...for what was, what could have been, what isn't, what shouldn't be, what won't be. It's amazing how much we've been through together over the past 4 1/2 years and no matter what happens, how mean we are to one another, how depressed we get (or help make each other when we are both moping) we stick it out or eventually right the ship. We are somehow friends/enemies, brother/sister, mother/father, counsel/patient, and at one point (in early 2006) almost lovers. I used to be offended with his womanizing, now I am just SO glad I did NOT get too deeply involved (as in, commitment or lovers). Funny how feelings morph through circumstance and time. It's like we are permanent thorns in each other's paw. Somehow it must be helping us both, in some way. This, my pretties, is the manifestation of his SATURN on my Moon/Venus/Jupiter. I know, astrology this, astrology that, blah blah blah. LOL It's my lifeline.

O Saturn Claus, O Saturn Claus (sing this to the tune of O, Christmas Tree)...

Oh, right...did you guess that I am TIRED?? I'm always crazy when I'm drained and needing to sleep. I do not need alcohol or drugs to be a fool, I can manage perfectly fine on my own with clogged up brain fluids and gluten, thank you very much. :-/

Tomorrow I have a very interesting consultation...I am actually looking forward to it! Plus this week I did an amazing job for a client and she has already used my advice to make things better in her relationship. I am so happy about that, I have not seen such a lovely relationship in a long time...just one I happened to be involved in recently but we all know what happened to that. If not, just pretend you do, lol...and I am back in black.

New poem from my convoluted mind, The Scent so Bittersweet

Also, a lovely little gem from EE Cummings is posted...though I do not like the lack of capitalization (it seriously does disturb me, I'm afraid), I do like the poem. I just have to make myself ignore the bits that bother me when I'm reading. I may be eccentric but yes, I am STILL a Super Virgo...just happens to be all in the 11th house (Uranus/Aquarius).

Now if only I could lay my finger alongside my nose, rise up the chimney, get in my magical reindeer pulled sleigh and take off, LOL

Ho Ho NO

Come on over next week and taste some goodies as I will be baking away this weekend. Chocolate Chip Oatmeal cookies here we come...my baby brother's favorite. Hope he likes them as that's all he's getting this year! Have to find my secret recipe first. I know it's here somewhere...

Destruction

New Poem up on the website, Destruction

Not very social today, may chat more later :)

Tonight....and the Wild Ride

Today/tonight there is a relatively 'rare' line-up with the Moon, Venus, and Jupiter in conjunction. If you have clear skies, take a peek. This line-up is the same as on the day I was born only this one is taking place in Capricorn rather than Scorpio, even the moon phase is the same - Crescent. Look up and find the Crescent moon, then close by you will see two bright objects - Venus and Jupiter. The occultation could be seen in Eastern Europe, I believe. The Moon has already moved on past (haven't bothered to look to see the exact time when, but it happened when it was daylight in the US) but is still in orb. Just checked and see that Venus has moved on too - Moon is at 27 Capricorn, Venus is at 23 Capricorn, and Jupiter is at 22 degrees...still in orb for those tiny ones being born tonight.

Picked up the new copy of Mountain Astrologer...I could not resist the title: The Wild Ride of 2009. Sounds like they are talking about my life!!! LOL

No new poetry, I have been driven into exhaustion by work and my goats.

Love in the darkness,

Dena

The dawn of a new day...

I'm in a much more positive space today, despite great worry about a few of my friends. I did help my counselor/reader the other night, so that was a wonderful feeling to wake up to. I am still in the early phases of healing but I know I will get there and be stronger for it.

I have spent the morning writing a new poem - A Whispering Breeze - and created a new shrine for those of us caught up in or wounded by a Saturn-Neptune Connection relationship. This relationship was my THIRD such Saturn/Neptune relationship...you'd think I would stay away from them like the plague by now, but no, I try, try again. Of course only those who have experienced them personally have any clue what it feels like, how you are drawn into it, how it feels so RIGHT. I work with these relationships all the time and the feelings and relationships are so familiar.

Shall I now vow NEVER AGAIN? Have I learned enough about it yet??? LOL

I saw online that there is SNOW in Virginia already, so it looks like we will indeed have a white Christmas on our short break there. We are escaping to the Blue Ridge foothills for Christmas this year...we will be WAY out in the boonies and I will turn OFF my blackberry and experience a little peace and quiet for a few days. I can assure you that the world will still turn without me, though you'd think the sky was falling every time I disappear for a few days by the guilt trips people lay on me. I have not had a break since a few days in Ohio late last year, so it is WAY overdue. My clients and site visitors will have me fresh again and ready to tackle their issues.

I've looked high and low for a poem I wrote earlier this year about digging a grave, but it must be lost on my destroyed PC. I will try to get it off there when I have more time...so the following poem from a few months ago will have to do, perhaps a precursor to the current issue:

They Sing in the Silence

These bones are bare,
Stripped of skin and flesh,
Demure and vulnerable,
Warm and yet so cold in the twilight
Of your gaze…
These bones are bare,
Cracked, lined zigzagging fissures
Resting sullenly in the box,
Alone and discarded in the aftermath
Of your ministrations…
Ahh…yes, these bare and broken things!
How they rustle while lying still,
How they sing in the silence,
Melodic whispers but an echo in the dark.
Listen! Listen…their song mournful
Yet vibrant, daring to spill secrets.

Oh…how they do sing!
A dirge of pain and cracked memories,
Taunting you with their fragility and strength…

Dena L Moore
September 2, 2008

I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown

I found this gem of a poem today by Delmira Agustini, an Uruguayan poet of Italian blood...her works, as I've found them, are written in Spanish and while a few of the translations I have found may do her work justice, I have a feeling that they are more beautiful in Spanish. I have never read her before but her work resonates with me very strongly. I posted "I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown" on the website along with my new work, "Joined At The Crossroad."

No, they aren't really related or in similar context...I wrote my poem last night and just today decided to do a little poetic exploring, lol. Here is another I enjoyed:

Tu Boca (Your Mouth)


Spanish

Yo hacía una divina labor, sobre la roca
Creciente del Orgullo. De la vida lejana,
Algún pétalo vívido me voló en la mañana,
Algún beso en la noche. Tenaz como una loca,
Sequía mi divina labor sobre la roca.

Cuando tu voz que funde como sacra campana
En la nota celeste la vibración humana,
Tendió su lazo do oro al borde de tu boca;

—Maravilloso nido del vértigo, tu boca!
Dos pétalos de rosa abrochando un abismo…—

Labor, labor de gloria, dolorosa y liviana;
¡Tela donde mi espíritu su fue tramando él mismo!
Tú quedas en la testa soberbia de la roca,

Y yo caigo, sin fin, en el sangriento abismo!


English

I was at my divine labor, upon the rock
Swelling with Pride. From a distance,
At dawn, some bright petal came to me,
Some kiss in the night. Upon the rock,
Tenacious a madwoman, I clung to my work.

When your voice, like a sacred bell,
A celestial note with a human tremor,
Stretched its golden lasso from the edge of your mouth;

—Marvelous nest of vertigo, your mouth!
Two rose petals fastened to an abyss…—

Labor, labor of glory, painful and frivolous;
Fabric where my spirit went weaving herself!
You come to the arrogant head of the rock,

And I fall, without end, into the bloody abyss!

Delmira Agustini

Life is one big adventure, often painful, often full of joy. I had a Human Design consultation yesterday and I feel more solid and stronger today. My counselor/reader is one of the few in the world who would call my intensity BEAUTIFUL! Thank you...if you read this, THANK YOU :D Of course I've already told you in person. What is called neediness is actually my fierce burning intensity, which was pointed out again to me yesterday in consultation. THIS is WHO I AM...like it, hate it, love it, run from it.

I may be off to Scotland in February, so that is something to look forward to :D

Down with the sickness...

Here I am, pieced back together for the time being and making the most of it, lol. I've been listening to a lot of music and dancing today...it's frustrating that I cannot do all I used to be able to do physically. I used to be able to dance nonstop for hours and being very flexible, I've always been able to move in just about any way I have wanted. I haven't tried it out much in the past few years due to my injuries but today I really wanted to get some bottled up energy out and find that I am much more stiff in some joints than I would like to be, than I used to be! And that is with doing yoga (though I admit not as consistently as I should). So...that was a little disappointing but I will keep working with it and see if I can loosen it up a little.

And - Surprise! - I've written a new poem. I often write when listening to music and have found amazingly that the Rome Soundtrack works great when channeling, even when in chat with clients. It's all good. I've decided I will list out the songs that I listened to while creating the new poem (which I may go over a few more times - we'll see)...I'm not sure if what I'm listening to reflects what comes out of me or if what is in me determines what to listen to.

Music, in order played:

Down with the Sickness - Disturbed
Thunderstruck - AC/DC
Over - Sugarcult
Apologize - OneRepublic
What do I have to do - Stabbing Westward
Broken - Seether
Undead - Hollywood Undead

And the poem, which may be reworked - it also loses some of it's form here in the blog. The lines in italics should be indented but it won't allow it on here:

Blistered Cage

Blistered cage - come inside -
Oh, come…come…frightened and ashen,
Won’t you come?
The gate’s locked but you have the key
(it’s melting in this heat);
I’m waiting inside, in the flames,
Your paranoid tormentor chained,
Blistered, bleeding, reveling in the pain.
This is your Keep, your thorny field,
The crash of the waves against sand…

The bars of solitude enclose me - I’m a beast
Snarling and growling, panicking in the fire,
It licks around me
(like your lips)
And I’m drowning, drowning…floundering,
Going down on my knees, hands clasped
Around the iron, smelting, fused and needy,
Trapped in this blistered cage…
You’re frightened and ashen,
Losing the key, melting in the heat,

Won’t you come?

Dena L Moore
November 19, 2008

This blog helps me release some things...I just can't be bottled up, held back, or repressed any longer...it just can't be done, or maybe I just refuse to do it?? Not sure, but I was thinking about the last time I got to play with Saturn along all my planets and I have to say, heartbreak or no, MUCH worse things happened back when I was 11 than now. So I will smile and send him my love in silence.

Let's try this again...

As some of you know, I recently deleted my poetry blog...I have several reasons for why I deleted it but none of which I feel like publicly sharing. Today I am in a "I don't give a F*ck" mindset so here I am, ready to try again. I've lost some very nice posts and comments, but I'm growing used to losing things in my world. Eventually nothing will be that big of a deal as I let go and "let God(dess)."

I have a new poem up called "In Wood Like Stone." I hope you enjoy it, it is an offering of my current emotional crisis and heartache.