Haiku - I think !

Fire fox run free,
claim this ancient land your own,
Night stealth hunter be.

Argentine Tango

Passion
She caresses her thigh
Against his
Eyes with fire
Longing and need
Media luna, they trace the moon

Desire
He clasps her hips
To his
Bodies in tempo
Yearning and ache
Molinete, they circle the wheel

Fascination
Their cadence across the floor
Staccato steps
Duelling feet
Challenge and tease
Colgadas, they spin the web

Obsession
Woman dragged across the floor
In masculine conquest
Hero and villain, threats and feints
Dominance and submission
Volcados, Adorno, attack & succumb

Veneration
He lifts her high
She melts her way down
Hands trace the divine man
Ecstasy and heat
Elevaditos, soaring far and high

Culmination
Dancing as one
Habanera rhythm
Parada, Gancho & Ocho
Climax and fulfilment
Resolución, un fin en sí mismo

Infra

In homage to the ballet by Wayne McGregor

My aching loneliness
in the crowd
they walk above me
around me
I long for their touch
their perception
their sensitivity.

The cello
cries my loss
the violin
sings my aching need.
I am below
they above
oblivious, unconscious.

Below audible range
longer than visible light
I am crushed
by the weight of lives
the frequency of second C
resistance of relative motion
they dance not lightly on my soul.

I fall in darkness
grey light illuminates
my descent
dissolving charcoal
discordant phonetics
Baudot code
radio silence


Amanda Wade 12/12/08

Three Poems

Teresa’s Ecstasy

He came to me in the night
the sleep of God still in my eyes
his lambent beauty,
young, virile and shining
I am indeed a willing victim
of his essence of light
the thrust of his spear
piercing my soul
the heat and fire, possession and pain.
I moaned in fear and doubt?
No, in ecstasy and joy
a violent love, yet manifest so sweet.
My feminine darkness
cleaved in aching response.


The Reagent

I am a transformer.
I transfigure.
I dissolve barriers
I break and reform anew.
The fire of the burning bush
the phoenix
burnt yet not consumed.

No I am not such.
I burn and bleed,
a test substance
sacrificed to elicit reaction,
to confirm the existence of others

and in the process, I am engulfed.
Purity lost in impurity
the fire of the burning stake
the witch
burnt, blistered and devoured.


Occasions of Experience (with thanks to Whitehead & Rescher)

I am of my mind and my mind is of me.
I have lived before through acres of time.
Infused with that past
I open the door to the timelessness
of now.
Interrelated, co-existent
the design of everyday things,
affords me the perception
of possibilities
latent in the universe,
waiting for me to act
in unison with who I was
and who I am to be.
Universal and infinite sets
all objects contained within oneself
no separation.
The phenomenal illusion
the koan
of seeking and being sought
the processual nature of existence
a matter of this and now that
storms and heat waves
are every bit as real as dogs and oranges.
Time and change
self engendering and self perpetuating
the handbook of nature states
what arises in the course of time
perishes in the course of time.
The non dual truth
Of me and of you.
We are all the same
in becoming actual occasions
of change and interdependence
living joys and sorrows
moving unendingly
towards possibilities,
latent
in the universe,
waiting for us to act.