"The Writings Of Mongsee"
by Marcia Wickes
 
 

Words
 

My words dance forth........from
Whence do they spring?
Not from a mortal heartbreak, surely,
For heartbreak, though it seems inspired, 
Pens only bitter tragedy and vinegar'd.......

Do they, then, issue forth from true love alone?
I do not see the manuscript of longing,
Of shining hope,
That sweet love's words inspire..........

What, then, can give them birth?

Perhaps my words grow, after all, from
The seeds of a full life's passion........
For I will live, by the goddess, I will live........
With wholeheartedness my banner and sweet truth
My handmaiden,
I will live..........

I will have it all, I will,
The heartache and the triumph,
The living and the pain-worse-than-death.........
I will draw it to me in full embrace, even though
It may scorch my open soul.........
I will hold it all................
I will grasp the double-edge sword, 
Shirking not from the bleeding pain.........
I will burn my life at both ends and not count the cost.

I will have everything, in my one sweet brief cycle......
I will make love to the tempest and fear not the wind
Or the rage of the storm........
And will the earth know when the wheel turns and
Takes me beyond this place?
What care I, if I am remembered or not?
I will have lived, my clear eyes will have seen
The most they can see in a little life,
Flinching not from what they envision.............
My ears will have heard the sweet music of heaven itself.......
My mouth will have  tasted the ambrosia of life's richness..........

My words dance forth.....from
Whence do they spring?
Not from the limited vision of a narrow faith........
Not from the false certainty of knowing that this world
Is only one world..........

For, o my foes and o my friends,
 I see so many many worlds, 
Layered one atop another, hidden in
The depths of time, of space, and I want
To walk them all, to know them, to understand them............
I will have them!  I will learn them!  I will see them all!

My words dance forth, and
 I cannot help but follow what they write, for I feel.........
They scribe a better me than,
Sometimes,
I can truly see...........

Let my words write my life, and let my heart
Follow the script to its final scene,
Let me live, let me live, let me live...........

~Marcia Wickes©
 
 
 


 
 
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