secure this beckoning sunshine

You are just a piece of clockwork
for someone else's purpose.
Everything you feel is you
seems pastede on yey.

What you do is
not who you are.

Except when it is.

Underneath
the pasted-on
job or career or unemployed
we are all just
a solid glass jar
or sturdy wood box.

We cover ourselves
in knitting or writing
or mechanics or decoupage
to be ourselves.

And some of the pasted-on
is there to cover cracks
or fill holes
put there by a world
that doesn't understand.

We are all decoupage people,
building papier-mâché selves
on solid object bases
out of bits of life we're given.

And yes, we're often bits of clockwork,
and mostly we get by,
but form as well as function
and think how drab a world it'd be
if all we were was clockwork
without who we are
glued on piece by piece.



Decoupage People by Alex Conall is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.



crossposted to sunbowpublications.com

home is a sacred space
set-apart space
sanctuary

safety from the chaos and rush of the world

a retreat, a resting place

hearth and holy place and home

I light my little candle and watch the flicker flame
this is the only hearth I have

I long for home



Sanctuary by Alex Conall is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.



crossposted to sunbowpublications.com

some things are unexplainable
some things are unexplained still
by scientific knowledge: called
"god of the gaps", if you will

the point of mystery is not
dissection, to lay bare the bones:
it's not to ask "whence Zeus's bolts?"
nor "where sit the gods on their thrones?"

a rainbow is still beauty bright
whether "refraction" or "Iris" you think
reduce it to its photons and
the beauty is gone in a blink

do not kill off the mystery
to find out how it worked before death.
participate, or not, you choose,
but no one way is best. take a breath.



High Priestess II by Alex Conall is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.



crossposted to sunbowpublications.com

act
mindful
conscious of
consequences
the power is yours
to do with what you will
pick up the paintbrush
sit down and write
sing out loud
crochet
knit

knit
crochet
sing out loud
sit down and write
pick up the paintbrush
do with it what you will
the power is yours
consequences
be conscious
mindful
act



The Magician by Alex Conall is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.



crossposted to sunbowpublications.com

just take the leap without a look
it matters not if there's a net
they call it Faith, they call it Hope
Beginner's Luck, they say
and paint the landscape, write the book
no worried thoughts of work or debt
at journey's start! who needs a rope?
it's good that no one's on belay



The Fool by Alex Conall is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.



crossposted to sunbowpublications.com

if you're damned if you do
if you're damned if you don't
then just do
or just don't
as you will
or you won't
for you're damned either way
and it's not fair to say
that
you should or you shouldn't
you could or you couldn't
it's only for you
if you would or you wouldn't
and blame goes astray
if it's anywhere but
ignominious They.


audio link


anapestic by Alex Conall is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

the greatest success
the devil has made is in
convincing us that

Christ would be supply-side and
only devils feed the poor



a tanka by Alex Conall is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

London McCabe was six years old
and I bet he knew
exactly
what he wants to be
when he grows up.
All children, except one, grow up—

Fly with Pan and the Lost Ones,
London who'll never grow up.
Find peace and joy and excitement
in Neverland as never on earth.
Perhaps Wendy or Jane or Margaret
shall be your mother—
better she than your own.
Fly with Tink and the Lost Ones,
London who'll ever be known
as just one more name on the roster
of Lost Ones who'll never grow old.
We will weep our tears for you,
and hope you are the last,
and work to ensure the fear killed you
is something of the past.



Fly with Pan, London by Alex Conall is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

( It sounds as though an army / of soldiers, pikes in hand, / are rushing the enemy. )



battling depression by Alex Conall is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

( the ocean is bigger than the shore )



grains of sand by Alex Conall is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.