~ My Poem Ancient Skill ~ Photo © Jennifer Esperanza ~
dirt and this moment mix in circles.
the children’s playthings release
the gasses of their toxic history
time is the race of a red spider across the floor
we dance in dark and lustful spaces,
expression is velvet pulled slowly across a clitoris
fear is made to dance naked
genetically modified seeds spill out a mutant half life…
loving and cruel mothers are reborn again and again
the planets press down on us with an ancient skill.
treasures turn up in the markets,
remnants of death unadorned
parched throats cry out a broken song
all suffering told is a truth
the beggar holds a prayer
and the bruises on the apple bring a lashing of greedy tongues
beauty is tasted with embarrassment
movement creates an energy current,
prayers now answered
fly as we drive through this night,
the road pulls us by the hearts.
Poem © Jennifer Esperanza 2002
Photo © Jennifer Esperanza 2004
This poem is about multi dimensional travel…reincarnation..death & life.
In these toxic & beautiful times things can seem so mixed up…
Love will win in the end so we have to just try to let go & keep our hearts open…
let ourselves be “pulled by the hearts”
~ Prayer Hands ~ Photo © Jennifer Esperanza ~