archive – Thistle Thoughts

Poetry: “Weaver” & “Ritual”

a little hubris
is harmless

what is broken
are systems

Cunning raven,
sing for me

I walk slowly,
collecting jagged
seashell thoughts

another day
swallowed up by midnight blue

it seems we’re floating
in barometric confusion

Yes, life eats at me
Raw, difficult to digest

Those perfect pearls imprint
an enlightened message
on my fruit-thin flesh

born a heavenly body
not of her own

we become
our shipwrecked selves