Mero's Mumblings

[The Meromorph]

Compass
"Walk.", they said.
"Where?", said I.
"It doesn't matter." they said. "Just walk."
But I knew a true compass
has five directions,
North,
South,
East,
West,
and Here.
So I came Here.
Hi!

[The Meromorph]

On Relationships.

I have a rubber plant
next to my desk.
Tall and green
and bigger than I am,
it often leans a careless leaf
on my shoulder as I work.
Friendly, like.

Sometimes I like to run my thumbnail
into it's soft green flesh
and watch the white sap bleed
and flow
and pool.
coagulate.

But mostly we just sit there.
Friendly, like.

[Opsa]

I love these! They are so straightforward and clear.

[Sibling Kephra (Tansy)]

I find these to be very free-flowing and almost 'automatic writing' ish.  Sort of let loose your mind and have it flow out onto the paper with the pen as a medium...
Oi loikes it!

[The Meromorph]

The Perfect Employee

Seven parts crazy, three parts fool,
One part hot, and one part cool,
Nine parts love, and one part hate,
And given to biting the starting gate.

[The Meromorph]

And Kuan Yin Weeps

Imagine, then.
Oh, call it eighteen hundred years ago,
a very small and useless girlchild,
discarded into the Yangtze River.
Too young to have a name,
Too young to know, even a single word.

And Kuan Yin weeps.

And as she sinks into the painful cold,
A warm white body bears her up,
A gentle white snout pushes her,
head up into the reeds and mud,
the river's edge,
brings her three tiny fishes,
one by one, and lays them near her mouth,
that cannot eat.
And stays protecting close,
Into the welcoming dark.
She dies that night,
so very cold, but not alone.
And as she dies,
The only word she ever learns,
burns in her failing mind.
"Baiji."

And, now.
An old man reads some news,
and stops and weeps.
And as the tears run down his face,
he  whispers.
"Goodbye forever to the Baiji."

And Kuan Yin weeps.

[ivor]

Did you write that Quasi?  That's awesome.

[Sibling Chatty]

That needs to be posted so that it shows up on the opening page in the 'new' section...

[ivor]

There's a Submit Content button.  The newest stuff always appears first under Sibling things.  There's a category for Poems.  If we can get enough stuff on The Sibling Things page then I can start putting the most popular things on the front page.

MB

[The Meromorph]

Yes, I wrote it yesterday.
Thank you.
I can't find any 'submit content' button.
Feel free to put it anywhere you would like to. I grant unrestricted license.

[ivor]

Yes, I wrote it yesterday.
Thank you.
I can't find any 'submit content' button.
Feel free to put it anywhere you would like to. I grant unrestricted license.

Your awesome Quasi.  I will post it for you.

If you are using the forum full screen you might not see the button, actually a menu item in this case.  It's in the User menu on the home page when you're logged in.

[The Meromorph]

Memories

I have been picking
at ancient scars,
letting dark unwilling blood
in the shadows
at the bottom of a mind.

I am afraid.

I would be your friend
to weave bright silver for your eyes,
to teach my voice to dance for you,
to let my fingers sing.

I am very afraid.

They had hands like warm water and bones,
those two, and all the world between them.

     Tender as a warrior,
     I brought them both together.

           In a cascade of twisting mornings,
                                               I was not.


In later years
I once awoke
clear eyed at midnight
screaming "Ten years is long enough!".

It was not.

I am afraid.

© Brian Henderson
February 1993

[Vita Curator]

Oh  Mero, Oh Mero, I am speechless.

Simply beautiful

Poignant

Your poetry touches my soul.

Thank you

You have a gift.

[The Meromorph]

It's snowing and my feet hurt

I remember how it felt
in the winter
under thin sheets
when the rain outside,
seemed warmer than your promises.

And I willingly helped,
to build the road,
to invite companions,
and to hurry the stragglers along.

On a quest for a vision
I didn't even try to see.
Building a hero
I didn't want to be.

It is small consolation
here,
at the grungy end of desolation boulevard
that you were doing
the best that you could.

So was I.

It's going to be a long walk back.

© Brian Henderson
1992

[The Meromorph]

Rose.

Have you ever felt the living strength
within the velvet of the antlers
of a deer, new grown in spring?
Have you ever pulled a butterfly
out of its crusty chrysalis
to learn to fly?
Have you ever stood inside the sea
to rub the back of a wild dolphin,
or lost yourself
within the brown eye
of a captive killer whale?
Have you ever watched an old sea turtle
lay her eggs in midnight sands
by moonlight?
Have you ever been the place
a cat preferred to sleep?

And if you had,
And if you took those hands
and crushed a rose
and threw its gentle beauty on the ground
to walk upon
and laughed.

What would you think of you?

© Brian Henderson
May 1992