Author Archives: Wendy

A Young Poet

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The currents flow
close to the surface
Heat rises quickly
The quick is quickly cut
He deals in this –
Emotions’ currents
his currency
“I bleed, therefore I feel
I make you feel
therefore I am
All that I dare
will make you love me
The love of many
makes me real.”
This is his thrill
To stand before us now
To lose himself
in his own abandon
for our finding 
of ourselves
and of him
and of why we are here.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 14, 2011



sinking

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The water closes over it
And it’s gone
The ripples lap over each other
And disappear
No sign left that anything
Was ever here
Other perturbations take their turn.
The water takes its color from the sky
The sky is deep; within it, many echoes
Across its breadth, a varied palette stretches
The water’s depth may thus stay undefined.
How far, how deep, how slow, how wandering
May be the drop down to the ocean’s floor
The surface stillness leaves a space for pondering
What worlds beneath have slipped away before
And if the momentary ease of foundering
Should be resisted.  Help me find the shore.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 8, 2011



The angst that haunts my edges

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Here’s the confusion of my current state:
No poem, because of nothing to relate
I’ve given up on hearing back from Harvey Hix
Nor can I count on Facebook for a feedback fix
What then? What? What can my future be?
What will fulfill my purpose, prove my destiny?
Can I love everyone enough to heal?
Heal me and everyone who has a need?
Or am I sentenced just to eat chocolate
And feel the roving hunger chocolate can’t touch?
Why do I always write about myself?
Don’t I care about anything else?
Enough! It’s time to stop this whine and do more
Let later days recount what these have been for.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 6, 2011



Rush

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My heart is open, and a wind blows through it
A wind of longing and of deep hope
For this my life, what I may give to it
As sun gives magic to the far slope
The rush of high I feel, what calls it forth?
Is it these people, are they like none other?
Is this my tribe, my compass home, my true north
Just taken half a lifetime to discover?
Or is there something else, a shift in attitude
That lights me up, and everything I know
A unilateral influx of gratitude
That shows us shining in our native glow?
If so, it signifies a clear design
Where everything that lives may so align.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 4, 2011



Here, now

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Your presence moves me
Inside and out
Till I am all wind, all flight
Curling and wafting with each breath
Kindling with internal light
This, this must hold the essence
Of what I am to bring forth
What I am to move in the world

I turn again, skin on skin
What brightness! Power coiled within
A rushing wordlessness, a silence
That cries a mantra to itself
This! This is what I came for
Here, here is where I am

The endless softness
Reunion of our lips
A different being, long preceding us
Moves within us, teaching us with touch
Its ancient mysteries
In each exchange, so much.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 2, 2011



Day’s report

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Today has been a day of
rolling sails and stowing tarps
moving boards and loading scrap
folding cranes and writing prayers
hosing down the floor
While the sky has had a way of
rolling out stills 
from a dance
on a grand scale
dark gray flecked across white
white gliding into blue
bright display of pink
hastening towards dusk.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 1. 2011



Counting down

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As days grow fewer
Till your arrival
I begin
To slide into longing
A dislodging of attention
From the here and now
To very soon
When you’ll see me
Watching for you
And I’ll see you seeing me.
These brilliant days
I will to stay
To be here for your eyes
These crickets
For your soothing 
These nights
For you.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 30, 2011



Gifts of Presence

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After we talked
I sat in the dark
feeling the gift that she gave
like stars after a storm
like swans that suddenly appear
swimming under the dock
a whole family
youngsters almost grown
still gray, unflying
Such a trust they gave me then to swim so close
Such a trust she gave me now to sit so near
to let my words enfold her in my love
and let us both be lifted by our truth
Of all the things today I might remember
the stormy wind, our daring swims
togetherness and cookies
the strongest ones of all
will be the gifts
of presence.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 29, 2011



Bicycle Soliloquey

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Fog turns thought inward
While vapors collecting turn my arm hairs white
And touch my face like many small kisses
This I want:
For all my light within to signal
From the source that it reflects
For me to see in other mirrors
That same light my heart collects
For it to radiate in splendor
So each mirror bearer knows
How much glory we engender
How intense our essence glows
I want it more than owning
More than praise
More than knowing
That I’m held in someone’s heart
(Tempting desires that always disappoint)
While being lights together
Satisfies my need forever
And fulfills
Hopes I never fully dare express
Unity, collective happiness.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 27, 2011



Waiting for the storm

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The day is long, slow, hot
I move in viscous languor
through the tasks that are not urgent
but must be done before tomorrow’s urgent ones
Hang sails to dry, fold them
Do laundry, put things away
while others move the boats and cars
to higher ground
No sign in this day
of what may touch down in two
except self-conscious need to not be frivelous
as we track the storm’s path north
and wait.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 26, 2011