introducing...
the poetess Cyndera
Red Orange Summer (oh Death!)
A breeze kisses me from the south east
and it’s smoky outside.
I’ve never felt this kind of beauty in my life:
With breath aware in my lungs and youth in my face,
beware...
I am dreaming...
freedom
I sit here and look at my thoughts,
passing by with time, like time
as the sun sets again
behind the crooked, twisting branches of the thirsty grape vines,
This is deep red orange summer, oh death
and I cried for you, brother, when you left,
and I cried for you, father, when you were gone,
and I cried innocence, child, soft when you were lost
in the raging chaos of
mistakes made.
This is deep red orange summer, oh death...
Nowhere to be found now when something dies,
because it is then when even mother denies,
these lives.
But I know that you and all that was ever lost,
still clings
in the breeze
of these
evenings.
It has seen the world and perhaps farther for
time
endless.
The Last
“You’re walking down this pathway at a profoundly crucial moment!”
Past the flowers,
Past the parked cars
and forgotten movie stars
Past the memory that you have or haven’t come so far
Past the people and the places they’re going
She stands at the door
invokes Circe’s sorcery
Cleopatra’s calamity
Joan of Arc’s justice
and the motion of Marilyn Monroe
Pass the stairs
on tiptoe
if you dare
come towards this door
if you dare
Fear is just a backstab of your past
the rest pushes you towards a secret proceeding
this is a desirous meeting
of tumultuous
fatefully lipped
needing
“I love you” says the street.
“I love you” says the concrete
“I love you” says the last woman you will ever meet.
Here to Stay
Once the blood of those elemental cherries
the ripe cherries of a life
full of beauty
and pits
and the juice of dreams
and of things
that grow and rot
whose ultimate meaning cannot be visibly seen.
stain you
get on your hands hot for deeds
stain you
like Bluebeard’s forbidden key
And it is just as terrifying
believe you me,
this vein actually entering that fairy tale
when you discover that the blood just won’t wash off
isn’t going anywhere
but here
and it is for real
stained with existence
knowledge of black and white
there is no cleaning that evidence away
because once you’ve felt it
it’s here to stay.
Wolf of every girl’s dreams
You’re the wolf of every girl’s dreams,
Yet I slip inside your stream,
Of loving,
Of loving,
Of loving.
Inventing who I am,
And realizing what I must do,
I miss you
I miss you.
Your house is dark and cold,
with only the memory of our passions,
and now, only the sound of me calling...
“Please, leave a message at the tone”...
Drip, drip, drip, silence, drip-drip, what do I say?
Because, in case you didn’t know,
I’m falling,
for you,
I’m falling
inside you
I’m falling
inside your black-blue-deeply-bruised
world.
And you’re the wolf of every girl’s dreams
But I’m slipping inside your stream,
Of shoving,
Of shoving,
Of shoving...
Shoving out the rest of it,
And through this clown comedy, torture show
We all must sit!
silently.
silently....Drip, Drip....
Drowning out each other’s tears of experience
So like spears
These tears of experience.
Then, in the darkness of your return, Light up the house!
Fear is brought down like the falling of a great anvil.
You steal my breath,
haunting my reality like death,
And straight from the past,
it was the light speed of your wrath,
piercing every moment...
deeper, deeper,
and, oh, you’re the sweet sad wolf of dream after dream
or so it seems....
The Kiss of Yes
In front of my eyes
a passport
The blank journal
ready
at my fingertips
“Yes”
is on my lips
freshly tasted
and recently kissed
and curled into
a smile
ironed in
by romance and will
“Yes”
they repeatedly say
“yes it is so”
Soul climbing stairs
in the reflection of the
mirror
marking its progress
propelled
by kiss
after kiss.
Yes
go ahead and say it again
Yes
there is no Satan in this
written the night I bought my ticket to Europe
