This is a poem I wrote at the time of Journey Into Courage<\/p>\n
Blood & Stone<\/b><\/p>\n
\u201cBlood welled up among the roots, on its way to the world of men, and in the dark it looked as hard as stone.\u00a0 Nothing else was red.\u201d\u00a0<\/i> \u00a0 Rilke,\u00a0 Orpheus. Euridice. Hermes<\/p>\n I want to write a poem, and I don\u2019t know how to do it. What is this pain that is so deep inside. Mommy and Daddy, if I cut myself and wrote you in blood Blood at the root. November 1991<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This is a poem I wrote at the time of Journey Into Courage Blood & Stone \u201cBlood welled up among the roots, on its way to the world of men, and in the dark it looked as hard as stone.\u00a0 … Continue reading
\nThere is an ache in my heart and I don\u2019t know how to explore it,
\ngive it form, let it unfold like a flower.\u00a0 Or blood seeping from a
\nvolcano.
\nThere is violence here and so much pain.
\nRilke describes the underworld, blood at the roots of stones.
\nBlood and stones.<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019ve bruised myself against your stony silence.
\nI am open and vulnerable in my need for love, in my childish
\nattempts to make it better, take your pain away, do
\nsomething, anything that might win\u00a0from you a smile.
\nI offer you my heart\u2019s blood and you remain a stone.
\nBlind, you crush my eager efforts to show you who I am.
\nSlowly, gradually, I learn to close and harden.
\nIt was someone else you wanted.<\/p>\n
\nwould you listen?<\/p>\n
\nBlood seeking a path among the stones.
\nThis is my life, bleeding away in hard dark places, among the
\ncold faces.
\nWanting to flower and not knowing how.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n