high.
We’ll get so high we can’t see the fence,
And forget the fall back down to this mess.
Poem of Today Nov.15 2002
It must be mocking me
day after day from
morning till night,
pounding on my window.
Last night I was deceived
into believing
I would
wash away in a river so
swollen
even tree tops
would have to fight
for air.
It rolls in taunting me
with the image of
my
inside eye. It sits outside my
window
to wait
or just to stare.
Not far away,
shadows
toss gently in the wind.
And I start to wonder
at such ambiguities.
It has been haunting me,
this Winter Danish weather.
Shhhh
There’s a shadow on the Earth
shhhhh
I think it is the Sun
casting this dark space on my home.
I can see the end of it
in Spain and Japan
and
in the middle of the ocean
the fish can swim in and out as they please.
I can’t walk so far,
I can’t take the car
,
so what can I do to get out?
What can I do to escape
this blanket on my life?
I can’t move the Sun,
I can’t move the Earth.
Get me out of here!
Come and pick me up in
a spaceship
and we’ll
escape the sun’s curse.
I can ride with you
out of this place
and
into the light where I
belong.
Come pick me up
I’ll go along with you
into the light to live a long life,
together you and I.
Come pick me up; let’s ride high.
Oh there’s a shadow
thrown on my life.
Beam me up and
let’s fly away from Earth
and start a new life
away from here.
Come pick me up in
a spaceship and we’ll escape,
we’ll escape...
I think it’s the Sun.
Shhhh.
Space Girl
And the world was all
Technology:
Fancy girls and fancy drugs.
In global circulation people were taught
HARMONOLOGY.
And she landed in from Outer Space,
yah she landed in from Outer Space.
Yah, she landed in what used to be a tall,
green
Rainforest,
(now kids, that’s where your tall
green coffees used to come from)
But it’s not a Rainforest anymore.
Oh no!
It’s been Oxidized and Globalized,
and now
it’s called
SILICON VALLEY.
And Space Girl took a look around the valley
and what did she see?
Well, she saw billions and billions and
billions of faces,
from millions and millions and millions of
places.
But hey! They all kinda looked the same!
They all looked kinda old and thin,
and worn with wrinkles.
The people of Earth:
drones for green-eyed
monsters!
Damn, the world was all about
Slavery:
fancy chains and fancy cuffs.
All over the earth people were dying for
The GLOBAL ECONOMY
And she landed in from Outer Space,
yah she landed in from Outer Space.
Yah she landed in what used to be a
prospering, peaceful society.
(Now kids, that’s not just a place in an
absence of war.)
But it’s not a prospering, peaceful society any
more,
oh no!
It’s been Modernized and Democratized.
And now it’s called
“heavy” and “ugly,”
“too much for me” and
“scary.”
And she landed in from Outer Space.
She landed in from Outer Space.
Yah she landed into what used to be the cave
of a dinosaur;
the cave of Neanderthal;
what used to be the
cave of Pitupu; the cave of little baby Jesus;
a swamp of DNA; a witchdoctor hospital;
what used to be a tourist attraction;
a high security operation;
what used to be the target of what used to be
an apocalypse.
But it’s not a cave or even a pile of rubble
anymore.
It’s been Oxidized and Globalized,
and now its called a meteor blowing
Space
Girl’s OTHER Vacation Destination
into bloody bloody bits.
Into bloody bloody bits.
The Rosebush
My mother used to have a rose bush
growing in the front yard corner,
underneath the window
of the small room downstairs.
I don’t know who gave it to her.
I seem to remember her saying
it was my dad who gave it
a long time ago,
before they were married.
It never really had many flowers.
Buttercups would grow all around it.
I liked those buttercups; my sister used
to
turn my chin yellow with their magic petals.
Sometime along the way,
something happened to that rosebush
that never bloomed quite like
the neighbors’.
And now it’s gone.
At least I believe it’s gone.
I would have to look out the window
to be sure.
The buttercups are gone, but
they might come back.
Through the Clouds
Through the clouds
sunshine is just
as lovely.
Through the curtains
breezes are just
as breezy.
Satellites and seagulls
search in the sky
and perch and chirp
the afternoon away.
I don’t want to get high.
I don’t want clouded vision,
twisted and demented perception.
Everything that’s presented to me
will be forgotten the next day.
I don’t want more drugs,
I just want to get away.
I want to open up my belly
and pour everything out:
my stomach and my liver
and all my guts;
spill it onto an audience of penguins.
Through the clouds
sunshine is just
as lovely.
Through the curtains breezes are just
as breezy.
Satellites and seagulls
searchin’ the sky
perch perch and chirp chirp
the afternoon away.
The wind is curly
and the sunshine it prickles,
and I’m craving something, but it’s
not for my body.
It’s for my mind. It’s for my eyeballs.
I crave it
but I spit at it.
I don’t want more drugs.
I don’t want more drugs today.
I don’t want more drugs,
I just want to get away
2003 Wait for Sun
I’m just waiting for the right time
to come
out into the spotlight.
It should be a warm sunny day.
I’ll stay in until then.
I’ll wait for
the sun to come out
and then I will follow
in it’s footsteps
to eternity-or close as well.
Moon can’t take me where I’m headed.
To much reflection blinds my eyes.
I’ll just wait until the sun comes out
to shine
a spot onto my life.
Dark Moon won’t lead me to where I’m going.
Eyes wide open I can see all the tricks.
I’ll just wait for the sun to take me where I’m
going.
Sweat it out. Have some fun. Chill out
till then.
Just sit and wait while
making the big plans,
changing approaches,??
?trying out
speeches
in front of the mirror.
No light in here.
Moon can’t take me where I want to go;
Too
much reflection
makes a distortion,
leads to rejection.
I’ll wait for Sun to light the way.
Melt the fears and start my Day.
Wealthy Dee
Wealthy Dee don’t need no grace.
Pearly-toothed smile,
she ain’t nobody’s wife.
Cooking in the kitchen
for
whoever be home,
Wealthy Dee is gold to the bone.
She’s smilin’ away to the men gone walkin by,
she’ll rise up in the mornin’
bake them men a pie.
Wealthy Dee she ain’t pretty,
but god almighty
she
sho’ is a lady.
My heart is breaking
all over again
Just from one kiss
that didn’t mean no thing.
I was so lonely
what could I do?
But I ain’t in love
with old you know who.
That Wealthy Dee, she don’t need no grace
Pearly-toothed smile,
she ain’t nobody’s wife.
About the Author
Pauline Edwards was raised in Victoria, British Columbia. She learned to meditate as a child, and she has been following a spiritual path and composing poems since before she could spell.
Since receiving her B.Sc in Linguistics from the University of Victoria in 2007, Pauline has worked with various indigenous communities on language revitalization projects in Canada, and continues to work as an educator. She is also a certified Reiki master, violinist, and singer-songwriter.
Pauline currently enjoys sipping her morning coffee in the beautiful seaside town of Tainan, on the island of Taiwan.
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