Monday, April 22, 2013

Soul And The Postal System

In Her wisdom,
the Goddess wraps each Soul in flesh,
like a folded letter,

and then each letter into its envelope
to come aware by degrees and be delivered--
and loved--
if not by her bearer,
then certainly by the Deity.

This is why philatelists
are the true priests.
"Six pounds, nine ounces."
Care and Time are the postage which sends each mailing out
and into the World.

Touch my body,
My Love, my darling--
my skin, my face, my breasts are the characters
of the language which is both Common
and Mine alone.

Corrupt and change my usage, as I will yours,
until we say more together
than we ever did before.

As if in a mailbag,
here we are, for the moment,
enfolded.

Carriers are the new Angels,
and though the paper of us will be read--
will fade--
will go illegible and lose meaning,
thrown away--

In the same way that each thing and creature
dissolves, even while flowing forward,
we will return,
wirelessly,
two souls wrapped around each other,
couched in our own particular and hybrid tongue,

delivered back the Goddess, who says,
"Ah! You're back,
My brave and wandering Beauties."
_______

16 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

what a wonderful take on letters!

hedgewitch said...

This is a poems in two waves for me, --the first would end after the stanza beginning "Corrupt and change my usage..."--so many delicate and layered images of individuality, and merge, and change, and constancy there--then the second wave goes on to the fate of all papery flesh, to a welcoming music of return and rightness...I especially love the valediction of the Goddess at the close.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh my.. This is simply stunning, Shay. This is a metaphor only you could have extrapolated to such perfection - the beautiful language and the heavenly beings, and your own unique angle on what it means to love and be loved.
This is awesome.

Cloudia said...

Please please share/submit Widely. Let's start a lovely new religion and make this the founding text. Prophetess.

Awed Aloha

ayala said...

A gorgeous poem!

Rune said...

"weird postage" ... That's hilarious. :)

Dude. Great picture; I'm dying for whiter tan lines. Or darker tan lines. Whichever it may be. Oh, and definitely longer hair. Maybe even a hug from myself. It's sweet that she does her yoga naked. Way cool.

The whole idea of this poem is beautiful, Shay. Just when the world seems as if no more original love poems can possibly be written, you wake up yet another morning and tap out more magic.

These are my favorites:

"if not by her bearer,
then certainly by the Deity"

"philatelists" ... What a lovely word.

"my breasts are the characters
of the language which is both Common
and Mine alone" ... Amazing.

"Corrupt and change my usage, as I will yours" ... Haunting.

"will go illegible and lose meaning"

"we will return,
wirelessly,
two souls wrapped around each other,
couched in our own particular and hybrid tongue"

Joanna Jenkins said...

I really, really like this one!
jj

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is even more spectacular than usual, kiddo. Beautiful!

Lydia said...

Your heart and soul are in this one, so very beautiful. Not only is it a great love poem but a significant homage to communication via mail. Loved it.

myheartslovesongs.com said...

really lovely, Shay!

Grandmother said...

What a divine take on love, the physicality of it, the spirit of it. And wouldn't the goddess say just that to her beauties. This is spectacular, Shay.

Daryl said...

"This is why philatelists
are the true priests.
"Six pounds, nine ounces."
Care and Time are the postage which sends each mailing out
and into the World."

this is why i love coming here to read what you have wrote

Lolamouse said...

This is a love poem and a loving poem, Shay. Your postal metaphor is superb! No wonder you chose the field!

G-Man said...

So....
I slowly approach the nearly sealed envelope. The only act left to perform, is the moistening of the glue. Oh yeah, I could use that sterile little spongy thing, but what fun is that? I Want To Taste it! Not everyone likes to perform that task orally...But I DO!I love the taste, I love the smell, I love how it turns slimy with just a couple flicks of the tongue. And I take my time.....

Don't look at me, it's YOUR metaphor!

Mama Zen said...

Wow. This is so original. How the hell . . .

Sara said...

This brings back my love of old letters. Whenever I go into an old thrift/antique store, I look for postcards and old letter. I must confess I am a voyeur. I like to read the messages between the lines and guess who these people were and what their words meant.

It saddens me that we write so few letters anymore. I'm as guilty as anyone else, but when you get a card or a handwritten note, it has a touch of magic with it.

This is both a beautiful poem in itself and a reminder of the beauty of letters and postcards...