Memory Doors
out of the water but burrowed in the mud that is memory
A step back in time is
A billowing bedsheet
let loose in the wind
filling up like a balloon
shifting, expanding
my perspective.
Lightly grasping
a butterfly’s wings
then letting her go
as her reflective scales
gift their shimmer
to my skin.
Closing my eyes
to wade within,
to breathe like a lungfish
out of the water
but burrowed in the mud
that is memory.
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Tracy Kreuzburg
I love reading, writing and storytelling, and using stories to convey truths. I feel this is a platform that will encourage me to write my stories, I also have an interest in connecting written work to art.
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Time Skirts
My mind and eyes believed frost always thawed And it was the sun who whisked it away It was gone when a worm poked its head through the sod And when the boreal creatures and critters played I muse about this, like cats do of mice As I urge spring's snowdrop to edge and push through The ribbon skirts of dirt and rocks and ice Now knowing the frost is crystallized dew I recall searching for fairy knolls in rabbit holes Although I knew they were surely hidden well – Burrowed beneath hills, made with walls of gold (Now I’m just taller, so it’s even harder to tell) When the smoke of time rises, I can take a peek And see what I thought crumbled only changed hands My grandmother’s grandmother’s bones are not weak Even if broken and buried beneath the sand The pebbles are merely misshapen by our busy fingers She is present always because the past forever lingers.
By Tracy Kreuzburg 8 months ago in Poets
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*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
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This is a great reflection of how time touches us.