Minuscule Mortals
by: Gail Black, September 1, 2015
Clocks are ticking.
Galaxies swirling around.
Minuscule mortals.
Stomping around.
Like we know where we’re going.
Lost Love
You come to me in dreams…still after all these years. Sifting through my mind like fine grains of sand. Laughter splatters lightly and the years melt away. Come near my dear. We are here now. See all I dream. Don Juan DeMarco…”Have you really ever loved a woman?” Snow falling is falling smooth as silk. Crackling firelight on a winter night. Warmness rediscovered. What is this darkness? Where was the dream? You were here and now you’re not!The Last Dance
There is a light, a space without definition. From somewhere a voice beckons. Pressing forward, a path, a journey. A step gives definition. Spirit and being become one. Power discovered, inhale, we are the eternal light. Deep seeded yearning driven to blossom. Flourish and spring fourth. Language unspoken. Eternal dance. Divine nature.Space Odyssey Virtuosity
Who is making judgment calls? After all is said and done. Who’s making the ‘judgement calls’? Have you looked in the mirror lately? After all, who’s on call? Find your footprints in the sand…after all you’ll never fall. Your’re a shooting star. That’s what you are. Ionic and bionics. Atoms chasing round. Draw a picture? Have you looked into the mirror…lately?High Velocity Voice
To my mother who always knew best! My voice is magic. Striking the page like lightning longing for a place to rest. Traveling at high velocity on a blanket of liquid and gases. Bouncing through the universe spreading human frailty and strength. Trickling off an asteroid like tears falling from my cheek. An invisible energy force reaching to infinity and back. Me, I’m parked on Earth… gravity pulling at my heels and heaven at my heart. A Thief’s Dilemma Life does not click-clack down the railroad track. Life comes together and comes apart. There is a feeling that comes over me when realizing exactly what I must do — A surge of power fills me; quick like a helium filled balloon let loose. The power jumps in sharply and the burning in my eyes tells me it’s true. Letting go…a constant state, a thief’s dilemma.– Gail Black, July 25, 1985
Ode to Jane Grissmer – acupuncturist in Washington, D.C.
You pricked me lightly My sensitivity keen And in a short while I felt a shift in my being Moving me profusely Linking with the ages Thousands of centuries Fragmented pieces Gathering together Joining in the testimonial procession – Gail Black, June 1984
Brigitte – September 1982, a close friend from Germany.
Ever tried to watch a flower bloom?
You never see it move.
We are as flowers in a garden A blossom blooming without notice. You came, gently touching You saw pedals with dew A blossom crying on its way to bloom Silent tears hidden by the breeze or a rain drop Unheard by the casual passer by – Gail Black,