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Death, What Is Your Sign?


Death, What Is Your Sign?

Invasion
cells twist and turn inside out
creating their own destruction
they feed upon themselves
devouring
destroying that which is the seat of creation
and the food of life
molecules imploding
chewing thru the flesh
the vessel of the living
becoming the throne of dying
reaping thru the fields of unlived dreams
ending time coming
It is Death
born under the Sign of Cancer

February 27, 2002
Tressa Lee Breen

The Grille Of A Truck


The Grille Of A Truck

I dreamt of darkness behind the grille of a truck
I dreamt not knowing what became of me
I dreamt of arms slashing thru blackness
or did I dream of slashing my arms

I dreamt of pen and paper unable to create
I dreamt of words jumbled and unwritten
I dreamt of unimagined poetry
or did I dream poetry imagined me

I dreamt of ancestors crushing with concern
I dreamt of a sibling nightmare
I dreamt of a forgotten family
or did I dream my family forgot me

I dreamt of a religion that raped me
I dreamt of a childhood collared
I dreamt of a man of God disrobed
or did I dream a Godless man robbed me

I dreamt of a life of fulfilling talent
I dreamt of the strength of spirituality
I dreamt of a sunlit future
or did I dream of light before the grille of a truck

February 27, 2002
Tressa Lee Breen

The Tree In The Waiting Room Of Death


The Tree In The Waiting Room Of Death

Solid in the soil
entwined
deep in the root

One

Connected
bark overlapping
thru the twists

Two

Out in sun
striving
becoming more

Leaves
spread out
diverse
bringing in life

Offering
air
shade
comfort

to those in waiting

February 25-27, 2002
Tressa Lee Breen

Weaved Before Cast


Weaved Before Cast

I inspired a desire in the root of me
that budded and said I was ready
I collected the ingredients
earth to tempt away stone in my heart
crushed rose petals to flower love unknown
a pinch of chili pepper to heat lust
a dash of rosemary to catch aroma
jasmine to jar my stirring spirit
a red bottle and oils to smooth the way
The words began to coalesce
swirling together in my mind’s cauldron
I could feel the Ritual incantation gestating
Before I could work my eager spell
what I resolved to let in
came

The weaving caught us both

February 12, 2002
Tressa Lee Breen

Shell


Shell

There is a darkness
an ache
a lull
in the movement of my living

Arrested in flight
first my body halts
then my love departs
only to be followed by mourning

Gone into myself
coiled deep
in the shell of my life
I tend my wounds

Cleaning
healing
bleeding
no more

The shell has wound around
circles and spirals
surrounding me

Ready for the light
I am lost in the sphere
my protection
becomes my prison

How to pull the bandage
from the blow
and not redraw blood

How to start moving forward
when the end of the wheel
can’t be found

How to burst the shell
that rebuilt me

February 1, 2002
Tressa Lee Breen