Pluck

The Blue Woman has an ordinary body.
Overlooked, when young, except
by those people who met her penetrating eyes.

I stood under that gaze.
It sees me day and night. It laid me bare.
Started me toward the hallows.

Twenty years on and she has not released me.
But now, the gravity of her eyes is normal,
accepted, and a comfort.

Her eyes plucked my soul from my body
and I walked the landscape of experience,
toward the holy wells

where healing occurs,
a deep thirst quenched.
I learned to see myself with her eyes,

through her wholehearted love.
A love practiced until it became as natural as breath
and I reclaimed my body as my own.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

Long As It Takes

This poem’s purpose is to heal you.
It is antiseptic and an antiviral.

It will kill all that festering shit
that constantly loops through your brain.

It will kill all those circulating internet memes
that numb your heart.

This poem reminds you of your value.
This poem rebuilds your self-esteem.

This poem supplies words
when you require them.

This poem remains hushed
when silence is what you need.

It exposes all your flaws and fractures
so you may see your truth.

It reminds you and your body
there is no deadline for getting adulthood right.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney