Solo Spooning & Transcendence. Anni Coyne

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SOLO SPOONING & TRANSCENDENCE


In the whispering silences of post-midnight solitude
Where ghosts of rampant angst are pulled and stretched in Munch-like menace
Taunting, bullying, flurrying wisps of regret and grief
Where solemn, budgeless worries park in solid, sulking heaps, that lurk and loom
I open wide-eye full of dark 
To gather, desperately, any warmth of light to quench my need


and suddenly remember 
this is just 
perspective


Rolling over (the kinder catalyst)
Back turned to unreasoned shame and torment
The shadows waver
poppy field wonder
Breathe deeply, gratefully, the full bloom fresh conscious choice


Cradled in my solo spooning space
The plethora of goodness, plain and unadorned
A fecund comfort of possible joys and compassion
Outward 
and
Inward
Open handed vulnerability
The freedom of nothing to lose 
I rise, 
helium lifted, 
endearing warbling, breath stirred, gentle weaving
transcendence.



ALVEOLI SECRETS


Through the filigree of naked branchlets,
Across an unknown spanse,
Body of water, pool of mystery
The focal point, a divine evergreen
My heart cries out ‘a gum!’
An ‘Emerald city’ dream in gorgeous teal
Through crimson twiggery.
These woven branches,
Alveoli, stretching out into the world
Oxygen out, CO2 in
The antithesis of our spending
We owe a debt to these
Across the world this image springs
Upon my glowing screen
And brings to me an awe of pleasant reverie
A gift from a friend
A scape to place my hungry mind
To roam, to blossom, to breathe. 
Contrasting hues draw out my true believer
My honest self, my only soul, in solitude
To reach across the world to the artist
Heart to heart (as such truth must)
Delivering my offering, humbly, 
Knowing vulnerability.
Hoping to inspire just a shadow of the emerald divinity
And the crimson trellis so naturally formed
So masterfully framing
The tree and ground across expanse
That I cradled in my very self.

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