consciousness
the door with no hinges
swings open
its energy comes in with the tide
sand tumbles through hourglass toes
in an instant shards become sea glass
translucent memories become soft enough to hold
my mind drifts with seaweed
legs form scales
mermaids are real
octopus ink writes forever stories
©2024 Marjorie Pezzoli 11.30.24
It is very interesting how this poem flowed today, was only planning to post the short ones. Feels like a nudge from above to write more.
consciousness opens the door
waves usher in thoughts
eight arms receives them
©2020 Marjorie Pezzoli
I hand painted this silk shawl with the imagery from my long time WIP, a graphic novel hybrid poetry project. This is one way I stay connected with my StarChild, Alyssa. It is how I process grief. Still not easy to share.
Octopus Flute by Kin Folk Ceramics
Many people thought I was doing a photo shoot with a real octopus 📸🐙 That was such a fun afternoon with my husband and Beau.
till next week- Marjorie
Oh, Marjorie....a soul moving poem. Beautiful! Ah, "forever stories" and "translucent memories become soft enough to hold". Your words, your images, the art you create are such beautiful messages, and tributes of the love that surfaces through your grief. Truly a marvelous expression. Thank you for sharing with all of us. Blessings, ~Wendy💜🐙🌊✨✍📖🥰💖
When I am done and ready to become the next thing whatever ... may my story be written in Octopus ink