Poetry by Jonina
exiled
your eyes, your mind compose a world it believes is true
exiles itself from the heart of the matter – tells and untells the truth
until it is unrecognizable and on your knees you give up on light
on truth, on telling and untelling – it all has no where to land
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invocation
harmonics and overtones ripple
over waves of pure potentiality
reconstruct history ~ map space as they enter
the realm of possibility, underlying baselines
nested polyrthyms circadian in nature
create spirals surrounded by fractal lights
as the golden spheres of heart felt prayers
soulful desires and pleasure seeking itself
locate themselves in the epicenter of the cosmos
evenly-s p a c e d ~ concurrently irrational
highly complex downbeats complement, pulsate
communicate ~ collaborate, unorthodox fretting
manifests quarter-note triplets and improvised riffs
as they enter the shamanic trance dance ~ afro beats
reverberate against the skin of their drum bellies
eyes closed the fingers of the drummers mark
time inside their bodies, heads and hips undulate in unison
gathering energies, letting loose the cathartic unyoking of
regressive patterns, plunging them into unfurling
desires and pleasure seeking itself
~ published in Pagan Edge Volume 1, January 2010
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touch
mist clings to my wetness, fog erases my existence
line softened, curves made fuller, mist clings to my wetness
we are all slaves to our skin – mothers know the falling
that we are slaves to our skin – they hear our plea - touch me
touch me with light, touch me, touch me with lightness
~ published in Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine Volume V 2008
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lone traveler
a secular saint kindles uncertainty
maintains inner dignity – free floats
his spirit restless, lucid encompasses
the cosmos infinite in nature, instinctual
as it unpacks details – the velocity or
propagation of light not coerced
by alternating currents of attraction
his impudence and contempt for convention
provided a safe place for ideas to land
they circled him – special ponderable bodies
proportional particles drunk on emotions
jerk, fly about, jostling theories
time dilation, the existence of ether illusive
his divinity immanent – theirs transcendent
thought experiments – free floating
where they wanted concrete predictions
~ published in The Toronto Quarterly Issue Four