Angie W.'s Inner Child 'n' other CCS inspired writings....

[Ang Monsoon]

Identity No. 1

The thirst is irrefutable,
the longing for divine springs.

It is irrefutable that I lap up poems, paintings,
and the sound of the last bus,
dropping passengers off.
Lap up that minute when the street lights come on.
Lap up the lupins, colonising the factory grounds,
purple and pink abacus.

The thirst, the observation, is irrefutable.
It's the shadow on the linoleum,
scored by tea-leaves from the wall-mounted dispenser.
It can't be removed.

So, swirl the tea, and let's see what the future holds.
You will continue to walk hard city streets,
divining a whole universe underneath.
There are springs of crystal water,
and food, succulent rabbits, roasting on spits.
Occasionally, sustenance will come,
passed by hands from another place.

Identity No. 2

What's your first memory?
Perhaps shadows on the white lace sun canopy.
But I don't remember unravelling my sock,
on the long journey to collect my sister,
the day of her adoption.

It was an Important Day,
but I can't remember.
I do remember everyone saying how cute she was.
I remember how that felt.
But it's a photo now, the passion is spent.

And I'm told that I wore a lovely lemon dress,
the day they collected me.
I came with jars of dried milk,
one had a little note inside, smuggled in.

And I remember the grey donkey,
I remember the egg-blue leather bridle.
A small finger could just squeeze inside
the donkey's mouth,
find the large white teeth, the red felt tongue.






New Flower

There's a new flower in my garden.
The little sticks in the ground around it are not telling its name.
I laid a white picnic cloth on the heartbeat of the earth, next to my flower.

And even if a legion of soldiers gatecrashed my picnic and
crushed my white picket fence, and soiled my white cloth,
they couldn't destroy the new flower.
With their dead eyes they couldn't even see it.

When they'd gone I'd write: "Army of Ignorance" on a little stick
and plant it at the foot of my new flower.
I'd take the white cloth and soak their footprints off,
then I'd dry it in the milk-smelling air.

I'd spread the white cloth against the heartbeat of the earth.
And then she would come, through the little gate of the white picket fence.
She'd picnic on the white sheet, she's the real me.


Blossom

Blossom hangs in my face.
Beauty in a bonnet,
Enquiring,
Enticing,
Quizzical,
Searching,
Patient.
The blossom hangs in my face.
Pink blizzard.
Giddy, in full costume,
Adorned.
A bridgegroom puts a morsel in her mouth, feeds her...
Pink ocean of dreams,
The blossom hangs in my face, reaches down,
Offers forgiveness.

[DJ]

Lovely word-pictures...
Are they recently spun?

[Ang Monsoon]

hi dj, yep, very recently spun, n very ccs-inspired, you're all a wonderful inspiration & revelation to me. I love the blossom trees n have been a bit obsessive sketching 'em of late....I'll say good night for now, there's a glass of red wine for me now, "cheers!". My atc cards are ready, will post 'em next weekend ....

[DJ]

Good night...sleep well..

[Jules]

A recent photo that your poem brought to mind...

[Ang Monsoon]

thanks for this joyful pic...

[Lin Neiswender]

Beautiful photo budding with promise, Jules!

[Lin Neiswender]

Beautiful visions. Glad you shared them- tell Inner Child "Hi!"

[Ang Monsoon]

hi to yr inner child!

[Frank]

Angie - these are wonderful expressions of your inner child
I like your poems, they are honest and they speak to me.
They are flowers. Thank you for sharing them.

[MarjakaThriver]

Wow, Angie! I am blown away by both of these poems! The New Flower poem especially got me-- Pow!-- right in the heart. Thanks for writing and sharing so deeply.

[Barbara Ann Storrier]

I like the New Flower poem, Angie ... it speaks to me of patience and tolerance and persistence in the face of adversity ... calm in the eye of the storm ... preparing the way for your self ... wow. It's done a lot for my outlook this morning! Thanks!

[Ang Monsoon]

dear frank, marjaka, & barbara, I'm honored that these few words had something for you....it's chicken n egg, they wouldn't have existed without you guys on ccs...