clandestinely this melody,

 like the whisper hidden

 in the poet’s verse,

slips in beneath

the padlocked doors

domestication cannot penetrate,

 awakening the sleeping one

who rattles now the cage


will i unlock the door to her?

let the rawness of her roar

 dance with the diary

that stirred her from her sleep.


i wonder how

this life of seeming safety

ensnares her so

(where does the tranquilizer gunman hide

when she comes out to prowl?)

 numbing her existence


stuffing all that’s real inside

this hidden vault in me

that rattles now and pops

from sudden heat


there must be a fire

in there,








2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Anna Pruett
    Oct 06, 2010 @ 15:30:59




  2. Carolyn
    Oct 08, 2010 @ 13:06:04

    I am cheering as I sit beside your fire, Vicki. I have been warmed by the melody of your spiritual direction which has helped me to tend my own fire of unified action and experience in the light as well as treat respectfully night’s tender pile of ashes.



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