The Dark Fantastic

August 15

The Dark Fantastic

When the tornado touches down worry ends; the anticipation is over and thought stops.  Tragedy is funny that way.  In the aftermath I find out what mattered and what didn’t; whether I have helped or injured myself trying to plan for the worst.  I fail to realize there are cloud filled days when nothing happens and days when trouble comes from out of the blue.  What matters ultimately is if I was happy yesterday all the way into today until the thunder struck.  Greed is not: living for today; greed is my attempt at gathering the future while dragging the past.

Compel your brilliance to shine

*

AUTUMN

The falling leaves slap my hand

As I ride the road at fifty mile per

My arm dangling.

Exposed they stand stark,

Stripped naked to the soul.

The growth of this years yearnings on the fringe.

I can follow this lead

Remove pretence not clothing

Stand before all who have an interest in seeing me.

Unashamed of my wants and the things I reach for

I can cast off the uniform of evolution

And enjoy a long winter of truth.

You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

The Hope Diamond

June 5

The Hope Diamond

My guess is the same god that wants me stupid also wants me to suffer.  I ask myself what could be all powerful about that?  I wonder is G-d like a friend or a lover?  I carefully chose my friends whereas my lover found me against my greatest plans and well thought out rules.  And if this is to be like marriage, may I file for divorce if things go astray?  Or am I stuck with this match, like I am stuck with my deformed ear there underneath my hat or fringe of hair?  I never thought of my relationship with G-d like a necklace I could take on and off at will, though the more I study it seems this beautiful thing enhances my beauty if all is right and will strangle me if it gets hung up.

Sort genius from fortune

*

RED ROSES

From tight green buds come beautiful roses.

From small verdant places I blossom too.

I open to richness unexpected and fullness unbelieved.

I look at crumpled laundry

Never anticipating the look of clean sheets blowing on the line

Doors I perceive as blocked by vast boulders

Are thrown open by willingness.

Who I am today is no one I recognize

I didn’t see myself coming.

I write though I can’t spell

I love though my heart is broken.

I think though my mind is warped

And I trust though the amulet is long shattered.

Promise is not a laid out plan but the continuum of change

I can fight it or let it carry me where it goes.

Cold and Flu Season

July 7

COLD AND FLU SEASON

The spiritual cold and flu season is upon me.  I am awash in reaction and confusion.  I have been overexposed to the dry thinking and barking orders of the cough so associated with this disability.  My eyes swell and blur with my refusal to accept reality.  The tickle of discomfort from inhaling disagreeable ideas is small in comparison with the nausea I suffer when I swallow every line of nonsense put forth from my dizzy and congested mind.  There is no pill to dissuade my symptoms; I must raise the heat on this inertiac little bug.  Parasites breed in the stagnant water of my paralysis.  If I move in my sobriety, sweat a little and flush my system, I should be able to shake this insidious germ.  Then I can reach my hand out to the people who caught the spiritual flu from me.

Write pretty words on pretty paper.

*

Tooth Fairies and Super Heroes

I never know who the tooth fairy is going to be.

Who might be the one person

who will know CPR in my hour of need.

Which unlikely friend will whisper to me

the secret code to my mental lock.

I have been caught off guard by the power

of the most unlikely wallflowers.

It is important for me not to prejudge,

but even more important to leave space for surprise

and the delightful aptitude of those around me

For that matter from strangers on the street.

it is good for me to remember there is change in my pocket

and a Resuscitation Certificate in my wallet.