INVITATION
by Shari Rhodes
The filamented fingers of my imagination
Tear and torment me.
Begging me to remember harmony,
The sleeping tarnished dreams,
Hidden behind invisible layers of conscience.
Who have I become?
That I no longer see
Those inner parts of an unspoken landscape
Of multi colored lights
Weaving designs underneath paled expressionless skin?
In conversation, my words speak on their own.
A song different from the layered beats of my soul.
What am I showing to others
That I can no longer see or remember within myself?
A silent dancer,
A restless dreamer,
The artist and the poet,
The seductress dormant and waiting.
Her heat tempered behind opaque eyes.
How do I recover her?
And ignite the electrical spark of the sensual dreamer
Recognizing no limits of passionate flight within myself?
How do I awaken after such a long dormant sleep?
With the paintbrush tucked in the drawer,
The unpainted canvass in the closet,
The guitar coated in dust,
The journal pages bare.
Perhaps too much living infused in distraction,
And too many things to do,
Cancer of a dear friend,
A beloved partner recovering from heart surgery,
Bills needing to be paid,
Another car purchased,
Hormones changing,
Not enough energy, time or money.
Maybe it was because
I was beating myself up,
Feeling too fat,
Too old,
It was too late
Couldn’t do it,
And believed it.
There was nothing left to say,
That made me shrink back
From the muse beckoning,
Demanding my attention to reclaim a voice of my own.
It was easier to hide behind the wall of security,
The known and familiar,
Rather than take a risk to
Create something new and
Trust that secret part of me
Feel good enough to be heard.
Self-doubt spliced myself in two
Fragmenting the artist from the survivor,
Trying to stay safe.
However the cells remember.
Only they can tell the truth of their existence.
Of how to live and regenerate,
Or break down and decay.
Revealing a mysterious life
Beyond the physical machine of motion
That runs beyond conscience and recognition
Continuing its dance beside itself.
In absolute beingness, I am welcomed down
Inside a quiet breath
To sit with these companions that has kept
The engine running and remember who I am
In the quietude of my own soul and reclaim
That part of me that so wants to speak and
Feel alive again.
Shari Rhodes
May 11,2008
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people to grow and move forward in a positive direction with greater clarity,
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