Month: December 2014

Poem: Stepping into me

Stepping into me I wonder who I’d be if I stepped into me Would I watch the setting sun, close my eyes and smell the sea Who would I be, if I set my worries free? Throw them up to the air for others to see What would I do if I stepped into you? Have a conversation; one, maybe two? What would I do, if I just made the time? Embrace my one life or crumble and die? What would it look like, if I lived life for me? Would the baggage I’ve carried finally drop free? What would integrity look like, if it were something to watch? Would I fly like a kite, or sting like a wasp? What if my nectar had everything to give? Nourish a poet, a writer, a friend? Walking away from authenticity and trust, Is like a masterpiece sculpture waiting to rust What if I am, what I needed to be? Would you comfort my heart, when my soul is set free? What would I do to get …

Poem: Insignificant

Insignificant As I walked towards what I thought was a dry lake bed, I froze as I dropped the glass The seconds were counted by the beat of my heart, the crash startled the birds, the wind from their wings was felt on my tender skin I stood frozen in two worlds; in front of a lake that once was, the coolness of the moisture seeping underneath my parched feet and the quench of thirst Each step would require grief to consume me. The shards of glass would reignite memories of you, as I walked towards the grail in search of something greater than me As I turned away, I lifted my arm to protect me from your blinding light My insignificance became daunting; I closed my eyes and hoped for a moment of being wanted Did I drink the poison or was it always there; the broken glass, the drought, the malaise As I lifted myself off of what used to be an oasis, now stood as a wasteland As I opened my eyes, …

Poem: Cinderella Man

Cinderella Man As I looked into your icy blue eyes, your instructions were abundantly clear As you touched my skin and whispered the words; I knew it was for a day and not for years As you turned around and walked away, you gave me a smirk that etched in my brain And then there was me standing, wondering, dreaming I pushed the doors with all my might, and the vision of elation sat in front of me like a golden temple With my external armour and the whispers of possibility, I emerged alone My beauty was currency, my charm was wealth, and my fragrance had the flowers bend their ways to reach me The clock tower began to sway and the dial went into slow motion as I could see what no one else could; my external facade was about to crumble The prince didn’t have time to say goodbye and my run through the moonlit Forest became haunting, as each branch and thorn tore my skin, reminding me of who I wasn’t The …

Poem: The Men of Los Lomas

This poem doesn’t need any intro, only that it captures the experience of our human life when moments emerge and we realize beauty and passion is abundant and comes when we least expect it. The Men of Los Lomas Longing for adventure, watching for signs The invitation appeared as an oasis in the parched heat Lust covered me with an insatiable hunger Shimmering sunlight on moist skin; Masculinity and torsos as beautiful as mahogany trees Ocean spray sobering my memory of young love; childhood spirit awaken Did my beauty emerge long enough to remember it? Did I find the men of Los Lomas or did they find me? Missing many words, finding language in sensuality Was it the beginning or the end? Photographs undeveloped; pictures only appear in my dreams My heart ached to say good-bye; the infamous kiss The men of Los Lomas; the men or the metaphor, permanently etched in my heart forever Carl Meadows January 12, 2013

Poem: Haida Gwaii

I have travelled the world and been to every continent, and yet the one place in the world that etched its place in my heart forever was Haida Gwaii; The land of the Haida people and the most majestical place on earth. In between the British Columbia coast and the most treacherous ocean on the planet and more ship wrecks than people, there is Haida Gwaii. Haida Gwaii The mist shrouded you like a mystical wonder, Your white peaks scraped the skies Coasts carved by fierce force Juan Perez wondered and left The others left sorrow White man traded you blankets in peace, So they say, as they wiped out your people with scorn and disease Missionaries moved you away from culture that lay So you would be saved Only to have crosses carved on your graves  Land of enchantment, reconciliation and hope Destiny is weighted by the cultures that cope Monster trees gobble the past The spirits and treasures are all that last Be it under the mosses, or the sacrilegious crosses What comes …