Death, What Is Your Sign?

Death, What Is Your Sign?

Invasion

cells twist and turn inside out

creating their own destruction

they feed upon themselves

devouring

destroying that which is the seat of creation

and the food of life

molecules imploding

chewing thru the flesh

the vessel of the living

becoming the throne of dying

reaping thru the fields of unlived dreams

ending time coming

It is Death

born under the Sign of Cancer

February 27, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

The Tree In The Waiting Room Of Death

The Tree In The Waiting Room Of Death

Solid in the soil

entwined

deep in the root

One

Connected

bark overlapping

thru the twists

Two

Out in sun

striving

becoming more

Leaves

spread out

diverse

bringing in life

Offering

air

shade

comfort

to those in waiting

February 25-27, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

The Grille Of A Truck

The Grille Of A Truck

I dreamt of darkness behind the grille of a truck

I dreamt not knowing what became of me

I dreamt of arms slashing thru blackness

or did I dream of slashing my arms

I dreamt of pen and paper unable to create

I dreamt of words jumbled and unwritten

I dreamt of unimagined poetry

or did I dream poetry imagined me

I dreamt of ancestors crushing with concern

I dreamt of a sibling nightmare

I dreamt of a forgotten family

or did I dream my family forgot me

I dreamt of a religion that raped me

I dreamt of a childhood collared

I dreamt of a man of God disrobed

or did I dream a Godless man robbed me

I dreamt of a life of fulfilling talent

I dreamt of the strength of spirituality

I dreamt of a sunlit future

or did I dream of light before the grille of a truck

February 27, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

Weaved Before Cast

Weaved Before Cast

I inspired a desire in the root of me

that budded and said I was ready

I collected the ingredients

earth to tempt away stone in my heart

crushed rose petals to flower love unknown

a pinch of chili pepper to heat lust

a dash of rosemary to catch aroma

jasmine to jar my stirring spirit

a red bottle and oils to smooth the way

The words began to coalesce

swirling together in my mind’s cauldron

I could feel the Ritual incantation gestating

Before I could work my eager spell

what I resolved to let in

came

The weaving caught us both

February 12, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

Shell

Shell

There is a darkness

an ache

a lull

in the movement of my living

Arrested in flight

first my body halts

then my love departs

only to be followed by mourning

Gone into myself

coiled deep

in the shell of my life

I tend my wounds

Cleaning

healing

bleeding

no more

The shell has wound around

circles and spirals

surrounding me

Ready for the light

I am lost in the sphere

my protection

becomes my prison

How to pull the bandage

from the blow

and not redraw blood

How to start moving forward

when the end of the wheel

can’t be found

How to burst the shell

that rebuilt me

February 1, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen