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​Poetry

Alive

8/31/2018

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Alexandra Kostoulas 

I came from the hard work
that almost killed us
but didn’t
and grit and soil
forged in the fire
I emerged
naked and dripping 
all gilt
and filigree 
and gold

My spirit hammered out 
by burning irons
my flesh made smooth
by hot coals, 
My essence channeled 
into the finest steel
thrust past
heartbreaks
the aching 
the disasters
the scattered bones of friendships 
their petty jealousies
fall behind me in a comet’s tail
I step forward with a bridal train
like my mother, my grandmother,
my great-grandmother 
each one a healer, a migrant, a magician

I follow in their footsteps
a silver shoe pressing
into the moonlight
I forgive the past 
And I kiss my own hand
Full, sentient, awake
Alive—how lucky to be—alive.
 
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San Clemente, CA

So we travel on earth seeking the terrain of Poetry, walking through wilderness and empty landscape or visiting those ancient sites like Dholavira in far-western Gujarat, or Mykenai in the Greek Peloponnese, or the Arawak campsite on eastern Carriacou in the Grenadine Windward Isles, pursuing that authenticity of experience in a form of antique material reality...

These are places, strange and vague situations where death is manifold and thoroughly extant to the careful eye. There are women’s bangles made of shell to be picked up from the saline dust or small copper beads and thin chert blades, or tiny obsidian arrow-heads that can be unhidden and disclosed beneath those bloody grey walls about the Lion Gate, or beautiful indented potsherds and ceramic fragments at the waterline where the Atlantic rolls out its long blue visceral waves...

Kevin McGrath 🐚Yoga of Poetry
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