Sunday, November 2, 2014

Trompe l'oeil

Detail from Ginevra de' Benci, Leonardo da Vinci


You had me at, Is this real, 
or is it enchantment?

But the source of that question 
is a doubt that gnaws 
at your sinew.

Somewhere inside the emptiness
that consumes every void, there is
a fullness that shrieks 
with necessity.

One can think up
conjure
imagine
whatever one wishes,

And,

In one’s mind
it will be real.

But there are no imaginings 
without witchcraft.
And there are no legends 
without illusion.

And there are no graces
without the unutterable, first.

And there are no set formulas—
Or, are there?

I challenge you.
And judge you.

Yet, here I sit,
in the belly of a thirsty canyon,
staring at a silent and empty sky,

Shedding my Patience of Job,

Exchanging peace for agitation,

Glaring with expectation.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

In the Real Garden

Art by Christian Schloe


To the near-empty sound of the young morning,
Dyed only with the sensuous sway of
Two trees that dance together
Though separately,

Rinsing their leaves in
The blushing haze of the ever
Unfathomable new day’s emergence
From the embers of yesterday’s vastness,

To this,
To it,

To you,
Near-empty sound:

hold steady.
i feel you.

within your timid thrum i enter,
sensing everything.

and you.

and your growth as the dew dallies.

and me.

and my body laid down beside yours.

and us.

and the roaring din
of our sternums as we breathe.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Pastoral

Unknown photographer


Remember when I asked you to keep vigil?

Oh, the promises you made!
And oh, how you slept!

And… Oh, how you brought me
offerings in your quest for redemption!

But I have limned myself with
the thinness of every moment—
this one, and the next.

And I have stolen away into a mythology
that only I can understand.

Thoughts. Legends. Fantasies.
They endure.
As do the sepulchers of the dead.

Late at night, stillness coils through
my flesh, rousing every angle
of my being into attention.

Words are no longer necessary.
My mouth is round with vision.

The strawberries ripen
in the stirring of the wind.

I walk slowly.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Year Five



Five years ago today, Dreams, Deliriums, and Other Mind Talk went live. How quickly time passes! Yes, it’s been five years, and it’s also been a whirlwind.

During my five years on Dreams, a lot of change and growth has happened for me. I’ve written poetry and short stories to share with those who like to visit and read. People from across the globe have read my work and shared some of their thoughts with me and with other readers. Some of my poetry and short fiction has been published in print and/or online journals. I started the naked light, a blog that features some of my more visceral writings. I left teaching and launched a new career as a counselor / psychotherapist. My first professional peer-reviewed journal article was published. I started doctoral studies to become a counselor educator (I’m now at dissertation!). My husband and I celebrated ten years of joyful marriage. My first chapbook, From Darkness, Beatitudes, was recently published. And, the bountiful list goes on…

One thing has not changed. I’m still blogging. I, the Queen of I don’t like social networking, am still blogging! While my output has been greatly reduced since the early days of Dreams, I still enjoy posting a poem or a reflection every few weeks, and stopping in and visiting with you when time allows.

My deepest gratitude to all of you who have been, and continue to be, co-travelers on my journey. Thank you ever so much for your celebration of my creative spirit. I appreciate you, truly! I also hope you will continue to stop in for a rest—and a read—in my quiet space, whenever you are moved to do so. Dreams, Deliriums, and Other Mind Talk is here to stay!

With love and gratitude,

Nevine
xoxoxo


** NOTE: It’s that time of year for pulling away from all of the usual and routine, and getting in touch with the open, the wild, and the bright. I’ll be back, kissed by the magnificent beauty of life. In the meantime… if you haven’t yet ordered your copy of From Darkness, Beatitudes, follow the link below to place your order from Finishing Line Press. Enjoy!!!