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| Meanderings in My Mind
Posted: 10/18/2009 4:29:38 PM | it was a spring morning, warm, bright.
i was running early in the school bus
circling the island with sea on one side
and meadows like bodies poised for a moment.
twenty or so little kids watched the gulls
skating slowly on a breath of wind.
on a shoulder of land, cupped in a hand of trees,
was an acre of flowering, butter yellow skunk cabbage
that find the same place every year above the strait
to point their stout fingers at the sun, to be kissed by bees.
i stopped the bus. the children looked up at me,
at my bearded face smiling at them in the mirror.
"have you guys ever heard the skunk cabbage sing?"
the fifth and sixth graders sitting in the back of the bus
lifted their eyes and one of them said "here he goes again."
i shut off the engine, opened the front door and laughed outloud.
"o.k., everybody off. stand in the grass quietly. i want you to hear
the skunk cabbage sing. you have to be very quiet. they don't sing
very loud." a fifth grade boy sighed loudly. chelsea laughed.
we left the bus and gathered like a choir among the lovely flowers.
we listened. the sea was easy on the shore. cows nearby stopped
for a moment to look at us. the grass in the meadow was dancing.
rebecca spoke first. "i don't hear anything." then brendan,
"all that i hear is the wind." "that's it! that's it! " i said.
you hear them singing! their voices sound like the wind." | |
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| Meanderings in My Mind
Posted: 10/18/2009 6:55:16 PM | he took me
to the door
but would not
take me thru
when i told
the story to another
he suggested
perhaps
he has not been
thru the door
himself...
perhaps not
doesn't matter to me
anymore.
nope.
doesn't matter to me. | |
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| Meanderings in My Mind
Posted: 10/18/2009 7:27:24 PM | sweet bear...this one is for you (and him)
she feels she is righteous
and walks on water
i think i'll puke
it'll make me feel better
i prefer one who is real
full of warts and lines
instead of one who is fake
and gets by on lies
(hey bearwoman, howz that?!)
ohhhhhh and here's the cherry on the sundae!!
breathing deeply
i smile
my venom
is alive
and i no longer cry
for him
hal-le-f'ing-lu-jah!!
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| Meanderings in My Mind
Posted: 10/20/2009 4:37:25 AM | Woo hoo, Rosie! Way to kick bootie! *grins*
lipo~ Thank you for your story. 
For everyone: I'm still feeling very shy and overwhelmed.
It's hard for me to take in a lot of stimulation from the outside.
So I will duck in and out as I am able.
Here's a new one I came up with:
"Ghandilions"
copyright 2009 BearWoman2
Deeply rooted, I cannot be destroyed.
Kill my body, and my kindred remain.
You can never remove us all,
though you only see an obstacle
to be overcome.
I come to heal the rifts you’ve made,
the scars [d]ragged across human hearts:
ruptures transformed into nourishment.
I am the golden-headed wine
that warms in winter’s dark;
the bold, bright color
of summer’s tinkling laughter;
the draught of rejuvenation
that purges long-held toxins.
Why do some, then, see me only
as a weed?
I hold the space where
human hearts wish to dwell,
the green-deep nourishment
that penetrates your cells.
You cannot do it alone.
Did you forget?
You need the memory of me,
you need my persistence—
the bright reflection of my face
lighting up your eyes.
You cannot do it alone.
But then, neither can I.
Your sweet song breath
upon my soft cloud head
wishes my children onward.
You must take me in
for me to fulfill my function.
I am not complete until
we two become as one.
After all, my roar is a quiet one
heard only by ears who
------------------------> S T O P.
long enough to listen. | |
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| Meanderings in My Mind
Posted: 11/6/2009 5:11:34 PM | Just sitting here, feeling the pain
wishing I had a c*ck to suck on
to distract me from the outside
that's stuck on the inside
Free me from the present
bring me into a more immediate present
Don't care if you don't understand
You, the burgeoning masses
There are the few who know the more,
the depth inside my meaning.
Bodies and spirits ain't exclusive things.
I've practiced asceticism.
I've practiced fasting and endurance.
I'm practicing compassion, lovingkindness.
You gotta go through those steps, I think,
before you can really use sensuality to access the divine.
Oh, not really. Some can do it the first go-round.
But I still don't know if I care what you, you public beast,
think of me and my desires.
Touch me, relieve my distress.
I get tired of doing it alone. | |
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| Meanderings in My Mind
Posted: 11/7/2009 9:31:27 AM | sharing in body
mingled with spirit
reaching the divine
time
i fall down on my knees
and do what i please
wondering...
'what's love got to do with it!'
~~~~~~~~
sensual pleasures
riding waves of desire
floating out to sea of dreams
wanting, yearning, needing
him inside me
(ahhh sweet, sweet bear...you know, it IS the best high possible!!!...hey, have you started your new sites yet??...take care there...and you KNOW i LOVE you!!!) | |
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| Meanderings in My Mind
Posted: 11/7/2009 9:32:18 AM | sharing in body
mingled with spirit
reaching the divine
time
i fall down on my knees
and do what i please
wondering...
'what's love got to do with it?!'
~~~~~~~~
sensual pleasures
riding waves of desire
floating out to sea of dreams
wanting, yearning, needing
him inside me
(ahhh sweet, sweet bear...you know, it IS the best high possible!!!...hey, have you started your new sites yet??...take care there...and you KNOW i LOVE you!!!) | |
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| Meanderings in My Mind
Posted: 11/8/2009 4:30:01 AM |
i fall down on my knees
and do what i please
wondering...
'what's love got to do with it!'
Lol! Indeed! It could be nothing, it could be everything. Or anything in between.
Thanks for your thought, Rosie. It's only one website, and no, it's not up yet. But I have a date for next week, so maybe HE will be! tehee!  | |
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| Meanderings in My Mind
Posted: 11/8/2009 6:38:38 PM | Electronic Lover
© BearWoman2
He reached through the screen and touched me.
Reached through and laid his… words upon me.
Inflamed my mind with desire for his touch, for
the way he touches me through the aether.
His hands upon my breasts, hot breath on my
flesh. A hot, hard thing sliding right up to … just…
there! He knows how to touch me to please me,
hungers for my orgasm to build his own excitement
until he can finally release, milky white ribbons
streaming through the space that used to separate us.
Now joined, breaths and bodies mingled, our juices,
once separate, are now comingled beyond parting.
Back to our lives we each go, my electronic lover and me,
safely locking away the keys to our lustful bower until
the time comes once again when we must meet outside
of time, for a bit of R&R that truly refreshes. | |
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| Meanderings in My Mind
Posted: 11/23/2009 4:59:14 AM | Just a quick note, for those
who want to know~
some of the pain
(and therefore distress)
is in at least partial reprieve.
I shall take what I can get!
Make hay while the sun shines.
Try not to expect, yet
let myself hope this may mean
some sunnier days to come.
That's it you see, perhaps the key.
No matter how hard I try,
I've never been able to give up hope,
not completely,
no matter how rational it seems.
So the compromise seems to be
what wisdom has been spoken all along:
engagement without attachment
giving without expectation
(trying to) live as if I've never been hurt before.
Just thought you'd like to know. 
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