Dreaming in Quintana Roo

Shall I wake to remember
I am, not a puny human but
perhaps a great Black Hole?
My Blues, larger for that.
Yet also, in the grander scheme,
just another transient song?

I stretch to it, yes,
let me be that big!
So sadness sails
into the bottomless cenote,
the velvet passage where,
on its way back home,
every human nuance blends}
into a single melody,

with a glorious bass line
of gravitational waves
that can, at last,
be heard by puny humans.

 ©Susa Silvermarie 2017

 

 

 

 

 

Quintana Roo is a state of SE Mexico, on the E Yucatán Peninsula, and Bacalar is a gem in this hidden corner of the world. The name Bacalar is derived from the Mayan: B’ak Halal, meaning surrounded by reeds. Bacalar lagoon is a mix of fresh and saltwater sitting atop a bed of white sand and limestone, creating a spectrum of pristine blues and turquoises and mint greens, and engendering the tourist description, “Lake of Seven Colors”.

A Phone to Speak Your Grief

On a hill overlooking the ocean in northeastern Japan is a phone booth known as the “Telephone of the Wind”. People come to “call” family members lost during the tsunami of the 2011 Japan Earthquake.

Go to the white booth
with the disconnected telephone
that can break the block of sadness
cemented in your heart.
The black rotary phone takes your voice
further than the world,
takes your voice past death.

Speak on the wind phone
in the white booth
to those you couldn’t save,
speak to your lost ones.
On the wind, rise up!
Who do you need to talk to?
Rise from the silencing grief
and call your lost ones.

From the well of grief, the rotary phone
calls forth, first, your own voice.
It rises from speechlessness
to connect with those you lost.
The disconnected line won’t
carry your voice
but the wind, the wind will.

Speak what needs to be said
to those you need to talk to.
You will get through.
Your words will get through
your strangled, tightened throat;
then, through the disembodied place
on the other end of the wind,
to the place where the lost
are listening hard, to heal you.

©Susa Silvermarie 2017

 

 

Holy Black Hole

Click Holy Black Hole,  to enjoy my poem  newly  published in Sheila-Na-Gig online.

Sheela-na-gigs are iconic female sacred display carvings from the 12th century, found in Ireland, Britain, Spain and France usually over church entrances, revealing female power over the mysteries of sex, life, death, and rebirth.
Scientific findings on black holes from research by Nassim Haramein

 

 

 

 

 

The Three Comadres

Click this link, The Three Comadres to see my narrative poem with accompanying watercolor newly  published in Goddess Pages magazine. I am deeply honored to once again appear in this prestigious journal of Goddess spirituality in the 21st century, superbly edited by Geraldine Charles in Glastonbury UK.