Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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Prickly

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No need to engage
with the shrill and brittle
sticklike visage you present,
no need to be taken in
by the rasping preconditions
you establish for connection,
no need to feel grated.

Though these words won’t reach you,
I can tell
this isn’t you —
the image you propose
is not the one you want,
you aren’t enamored
with the harsh and petty rules
that you espouse.

There’s no need for you to be impoverished.
Reflexive words, repeated fast and often,
don’t need to be a substitute for faith.
Nor do you need convincing —
no use in any thoughts I might be baited to express.
You just need time —
quiet time, still time,
calm embracing space
and lots of tenderness.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 12, 2013


Chamber

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Let me fill you up
with the hum of you —
the rightness of what you are,
the light-filled, sensitized
receiving substance
that understands everything

Let me be a mirror
sending love
into your resonating chamber
where it picks up
all the richness
of your inner form

Let me hear your timbre,
many-toned and radiant,
subtle and exultant,
sounding out the essence of yourself,
complex, unique, embodied,
clear across the fog
of all we thought we’d never comprehend,
illuminating you and me
and all the strands around us,
sending your strong truth throughout the land.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 11, 2013


Wealth

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As wide as this valley spreads
below our feet,
as far as the vista
of these distant mountains,
as deep as the fresh drafts
of this pine and sage scented air
(sweetened by sun, tingling with the coolness
of last night’s stars)
unfolds the scope of us.

We are not small,
we are not poor,
we are not helpless.
Our infinity draws to us
infinite wealth;
our gifts, when given,
multiply.
This worth is plenty
to deliver us
all we can imagine,
everything we desire.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 9, 2013


Compatibility

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I am ready to take on faith
your good heart,
your pure soul —
I am sure that the worth
of your talents, your quirks
is inestimable —
critical part of the balance
in which all life spins

So my only other question is: 
What is it like to stand
in the room of you?
How will you hold us,
how will you shelter
those that stand with you?
Do you know
how to hold a hearth,
a warm place of peace?
Or can you make yourself at home in mine?
If so, I’m in.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 8, 2012


Starting over

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I want to take us to the place
where we can start over.
No. Better than that —
the place where there’s no race,
and we can give back
all the false starts,
all the mistakes,
all the things we did because
we saw no other way
though we could feel how we betrayed
ourselves and others.

I want us washed
in a great bubble bath,
wrapped in a grand snuggle
where all is forgiven
and we can be seen
miraculously unframed
and be forever true
to what we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 7, 2013


Dignity

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I have dignity,
he said,
and it was true
and we were glad 
to know he knew.

This navigation
through the floes
of people trying out identities,
the lurches and convergences,
the flowing, the repelling,
calls for vigilance
against submerged projectiles.

It’s good to have a solid grasp
of what of you can bend
and what must stay unmoved.
You have dignity —
It serves you well.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 6, 2013


Afternoon nap

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I wake up
to the lazy intersection
of dream and evening noises,
of sleep-infused limbs,
and the slow wheel of reflected headlights,
window-shaped, across the ceiling.

It’s hard to rise
from the compelling coziness
in the place where the threads to the day
have dissolved,
hard to drag myself away
from the sweet tangle
that pulls me languidly
into its spell.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 5, 2013


Flow

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There is no stasis
(he said)
in relationships. Everything
is always moving

(Yes, like skin slides against skin
and may find a stopping point,
but then will find another way
to flow, exploring the soft
give of bodies and the many ways
they fit together)

Everything changes. Perspective,
relevance, immediacy, 
brightness, hue, saturation.

But there are constants, too —
the steadiness of pure soul
always being what it is,
shining through.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 4, 2013


By design

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Don’t worry.
I won’t lay out my program of bliss
without you. You are in it,
you will always be in it
because your being
brings me such joy.
(And if you want this
to apply to you, it does.)

I can’t imagine
bliss without you there.
The precise hue
of your perspective,
the timbre of your laugh,
the texture of your cuddle
are essential.
Your wisdom balances things,
your needs are needed.
In my vision
you will always have a place.

Wendy Mulhern
November 3, 2013


Walking it out

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Things can come clear
in the quiet steps of night
when there is time —
(a pause after a question
may take a block or even two —
the silence stretching taut between the houses
till there’s enough tug
to pull the answer up from underneath)

Things can come clear
in the dark
where a face can be averted
so exposing looks can pass by
undetected
and there is time
to regain composure,
to find the words,
and there’s time to get beyond
reflexive postures.  There’s time
to really hear, and to start over.

There’s time for the warm, quiet
language of hands
clasped through the traversing
of many streets
to make room for everything 
that needs to be spoken.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 2, 2013