I served my love two cups.
She covered her ears and ran away.
Seven I dropped outside her door—
she wrote me an email,
"Don't call me no more."
I wished my love a star,
broke her fingers in a wheel,
and gobbling up the tips,
I picked for her three tulips.
Now, I wait
and wait
and wait and wait and wait
for Maia's smile
for Grace's touch.
I wait for Catalina's call,
for I have given all.
July 2021
25 January 2022
02 November 2021
Samhain
in the South it's Beltane
dark moon blooming into gold
but over here the sun
is dipping, dipping
we speak softer, silence
stills the edges, fills the center
every leaf disrobing
stripping, stripping
slip, unveiling Spirit
no I, nor you, no marking, no
accounting of our gripes
no gripping, tipping
over into Death
that light and heat may warmth replete
our cousins cross the Stripe
they're yipping, lipping
let's be gracious guests
giving up to God all gifts
delicious dishes done
and sipping, sipping
fennel tea and squatting
over pumpkin slaw, we're drawing
in to keep the wind
from nipping, nipping
dark moon blooming into gold
but over here the sun
is dipping, dipping
we speak softer, silence
stills the edges, fills the center
every leaf disrobing
stripping, stripping
slip, unveiling Spirit
no I, nor you, no marking, no
accounting of our gripes
no gripping, tipping
over into Death
that light and heat may warmth replete
our cousins cross the Stripe
they're yipping, lipping
let's be gracious guests
giving up to God all gifts
delicious dishes done
and sipping, sipping
fennel tea and squatting
over pumpkin slaw, we're drawing
in to keep the wind
from nipping, nipping
06 October 2021
Luna
Lovers leave you, Luna not. Receive
her mirrored shine, receive her gentle trine
to Venus, Neptune, Jupiter. Receive
your loving moon. The moon was shining for
your mother, hers and also hers. The moon
is mother, lover, friend and brother. Moon,
love letter from adoring, constant God.
her mirrored shine, receive her gentle trine
to Venus, Neptune, Jupiter. Receive
your loving moon. The moon was shining for
your mother, hers and also hers. The moon
is mother, lover, friend and brother. Moon,
love letter from adoring, constant God.
03 September 2021
Who will have me?
Country, land or city,
which will take me: mutt and motherless?
Who will have me, who would want a girl
who hasn't pedigree? Who will say
to me, "Sister, you are one of us"?
From stately town to forest vale, I wandered,
lonely, clouded heart and restless, journeys
only half-completed, always giving
up, half-hearted, only giving all
my heart to blankly staring boys who didn't
get it. Getting gone each time, afraid
to hear the rhyme, they'd say, "What do you mean?
What do you mean, you don't belong?" Of course,
to them it made no sense. For them a home
was made millennia ago, for them
a home is natural as the out and in,
as simple as their shouting sex. Belonging
isn't trying on, for them—it's shameless.
Why be afraid or shamed of one's own skin?
Who will have me? Not to take and fuck
and eat me—who will see me, want me near,
consider me as family? Who will say,
"Our love, so long we waited, never giving
up. We knew that you'd come back, we knew
you'd come to take your place among us, once
"whatever odyssey you'd sailed, whatever
wicked beast had jailed you, any trial
that delayed you, overcome. We knew
and here you are at last. Here you are.
Here you are at last. Here, at last."
for Vanessa
which will take me: mutt and motherless?
Who will have me, who would want a girl
who hasn't pedigree? Who will say
to me, "Sister, you are one of us"?
From stately town to forest vale, I wandered,
lonely, clouded heart and restless, journeys
only half-completed, always giving
up, half-hearted, only giving all
my heart to blankly staring boys who didn't
get it. Getting gone each time, afraid
to hear the rhyme, they'd say, "What do you mean?
What do you mean, you don't belong?" Of course,
to them it made no sense. For them a home
was made millennia ago, for them
a home is natural as the out and in,
as simple as their shouting sex. Belonging
isn't trying on, for them—it's shameless.
Why be afraid or shamed of one's own skin?
Who will have me? Not to take and fuck
and eat me—who will see me, want me near,
consider me as family? Who will say,
"Our love, so long we waited, never giving
up. We knew that you'd come back, we knew
you'd come to take your place among us, once
"whatever odyssey you'd sailed, whatever
wicked beast had jailed you, any trial
that delayed you, overcome. We knew
and here you are at last. Here you are.
Here you are at last. Here, at last."
for Vanessa
11 July 2021
25 June 2021
08 June 2021
raging green
Raging green (March 2020) is a sonic synthesis of poems by Catherine Leigh Schmidt, an artist, composer, poet and theologian of North American origin, working in English, German, French, Korean and Sanskrit (modern and classic). This collection is one of Schmidt's early compositions; it dates from the onset of the Covid19 Pandemic, one of many watershed events in the 21st century.
Catherine Leigh Schmidt lives in Berlin, Europe, among an ebbing and flowing multitude of companions. She survived The Trials with no accusation. All who know her consider her a friend. Catherine herself doesn't talk much of the beforetime, though if you ask her she says:
Catherine Leigh Schmidt lives in Berlin, Europe, among an ebbing and flowing multitude of companions. She survived The Trials with no accusation. All who know her consider her a friend. Catherine herself doesn't talk much of the beforetime, though if you ask her she says:
Never enough Lovers but Lord, did I have Emperors and Hierophants in spades.The only known extant copy of raging green is housed in the SoundCloud Rescue. It is a private track. Press PLAY to hear it now.
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