Monarca Rising

Tag: poetry

  • Motherhood

    Motherhood by Carmen H Gray Spots of blood that were a scare I was full of milk and longing For sustaining little lives belonging In all of those early sunshine days Of playfulness Of exhaustion, too And the middle years Became filled with tears and cuts The broken hearts The diagnoses of the starts of…

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  • Left

    Left by Carmen H Gray What’s left? In the hemispheres of life Where everything has been divided The kid glove of yesterday And rosemary scented concoctions The sticky spices of today Stewing in tomorrow’s brew What’s left? When the pitty pats and tippy toes Have left their well worn socks In the corners of your…

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  • An Element of Blank

    “Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself— Its Infinite Contain Its Past—enlightened to perceive New Periods—of Pain.”-Emily Dickinson An Element of Blank by Carmen H Gray I am enlightened to perceive An Element of Blank Meaning, I…

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  • Conversation

    Conversation by Carmen H Gray   “I want what she has” Said air to the water Making and breaking bonds So easily I will absorb you And change you But water said, “I will be a heavy burden to you” As it dripped back down again And air sighed its flighty sigh  

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  • Circle

    “We can’t return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game”-Joni Mitchell   Circle by Carmen H Gray   Equidistant Perfect movement forward Sliding Downward Then Upward Each point containing Its own perfect perspective Of Existence All around us Vectors teaching us A…

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  • View From Above

    View From Above by Carmen H Gray A branch broke under his weight I looked up and saw only the white tips Of a grand wing span The sun cleansing fetid remnants of forages His eyes met with mine As if to say, Patience, my queen Learn how to reprocess life For I am the…

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  • Tiny Golden Slippers

    “Yo no quiero que a mi niña la vayan a hacer princesa. Con zapatitos de oro ¿cómo juega en las praderas?”-de Miedo por Gabriela Mistral “I don’t want them to turn my little girl into a princess. In tiny little gold slippers, how could she play in the meadow?”-from Fear by Gabriela Mistral Tiny Golden…

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  • Pearl

    Pearl by Carmen H Gray The future is yours my darling An open field that runs horizontal To your brightest light that reflects Spread out from the prism of your mind Perhaps you couldn’t see it my love Obscured by its very enormity or your own Running past the well-favored wild heather Pearl white, emblem of…

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  • Lesson from a Peach Blossom

    Lesson From a Peach Blossom by Carmen H Gray Soft layers of delicate petals Ornately displaying themselves To the godly golden sun Swaying hither and thither Beckoning the bees to visit Bursts of color to contrast The sapphire sky Pregnant with possibility Of impending fruit I like the receptivity of this season Far away from…

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  • Pieces of Her

    “Arrange whatever pieces come your way”-Virginia Woolf Pieces of Her by Carmen H Gray She wept And each Salt-filled drip Contained pieces of her A uniquely composed Momentary release Of cells on the verge of Elapsed time Recalling an ending Opening the space For the conception Of pieces of her Arranged by her With her…

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