He is coming. Haunting. And the earth dwells with it knowing. The pencil stilled. And my mind lays silent, Hushed in tones of greys and beige. Decomposing thoughts in the undergrowth. I do not know - I know. Then I lay out words upon a wood table in greenery. Files and tabs- to choose what golden verb will arise to melt the hour the minute the apparition appears. Shelley Rae Bell
Look at this recess all covered in theory! As if the world was paper thin and transparent, Mottled and crumpled, taking shape Under a watchful eye. I contort. Take a turn in the weather. as if I could change the wind or a grey spotted cloud. Tumbled now and jagged edged Under a monochrome sky. So then. Now. Take it back! the form and philosophy, written. I am sharp and slicing the paper essay, the fading ink is mine. Shelley Rae Bell
I stretched out under your gaze My skin warm. Pink where your fingers played. I am a lioness in the hot of the day desert sun Under a cool tree found in oasis. Arched bones and sinew. Sleepy. My eyes slit and all seeing… Ready for the season. I have known you before all this landscape in arid ambiguity I knew your soul as well, sweet loving devil garden. As I knew myself. Before I slipped into the margins Of our painted picture. With pigment on our fingertips. Love creates... A lion’s eyes, hungry, red glazed with passion. All and every inch of paw desires All. And I am lioness. I am melting though the shade is blue. I fall into to the shadow underneath. Carefully drawn for this interlude. I lay outstretched and your Lion voice roars. Crowned. You are King and I am conquered. My flesh clawed fresh with bites like fossil prints. But wait. Oh! I Wait. In the hush... At the intake of your breath… I rise in all my queenly state! Attired! Strength of a thousand thousand suns. The magnitude of skies! My flesh. my bone. my home. I claim my own! My beloved, mine. Shelley Rae Bell
There is time to meet with trees and listen...
the wind will rustle in their hair
and breathe wisdom down below.
Suddenly, if we hear, be still...
the earth will claim our agitation. Will.
Peace. Peace! Ash and dust.
Unrest will filter though our feet soul
and under rocky core -
then up through surrendered flesh -
lifted up to sky once more.
Shelley Rae Bell
The decision came in a desperate moment. The one that comes in a sleepless night. The air thick around my bed And the sheets heavy with fear. In a diagram perfectly placed cornered and framed in thought. Seemed right and natural. Put on like an old worn bathrobe. Give all ‘til all is out then dwell in rest. Pour out the contents of this gift on the barren table and awaken with dawn. srb
Hidden from my eyes. You. Covered in Theory And endless Mystery. All In. Me. Soggy bottomed under marsh pit water. Held by terror spent on last minute love. I, also hiding, theorize – My eyes with shifting scales and scaled. Hope, not yet realized, is stirred in my muddy heart swamp. And kindly patient, waits for love’s release. shelley rae bell
I have a song of sorrow in my heart. You only know. the first born light today shines on me. while I suffer notes of weariness shadows play in minor key. I lay down in cool downy greens and I see notes in blues and reddish hues. Up and down the scale it goes a song begging to be free.
shelley rae bell
Love gently upon my heart. Lean in with soft purpose. Gather my thoughts in kindness, composing a song of passion that longs for my affections, and you with me. Oh Sweet! My darling soul, leave me alone here in solitude to be consoled by love itself. Unless your wrought desires are born of tenderness and freedom, I cannot be. shelley rae bell
this alley. here i stand caged. patient allegory. chameleon skinned. toned and slick spotted. waiting. ready for orders.
I hear this here and I am angry. You say the words and get to choose while gravity and all its grey weight bears down upon my head. Its ugly breath is gritty charcoal drawn and scattered. My lungs take in its truth. I let out air polluted. Just go. Go! Flee before my aching thoughts break into a song of deliverance. Run! before my eyes spark in savage retribution. Its drowning shadow painted in melancholy purples. Your hand is on the precipice. Turn the knob. YOU. and also, you. I will lift my head and gravity falls No longer drunk in toxic rumination. Intoxication. Two. And burdened. I force its substance through the door. I lift my eyes and breathe in peace. Step One.