Undertow understood unleashed

I’m not feeling very fun today. Yesterday’s news has left me a little down and uninspired. I figured I would draw a card to get me going.


Ideas, thoughts, spirituality, endeavors that transcend Earth. It could be eccentricity or blind luck. He’s a free spirit, one who lives for today without much care for the long term.

That’s a little like me today. I’ve done little work for my classes or in the garden, which was one of my plans. I did go out there briefly, fed the birds, cut down a few weeds and was soaked with sweat, so I came back inside. I started my haiku with the intention of writing about the awkward guest at a banquet who doesn’t know their place. I couldn’t fit the right number of syllables and it drifted off in another direction.

I had some thoughts of trying to write some poetry, but nothing is coming. Maybe I should start looking at photos to wrap this up.

Photo by lucas da miranda from Pexels


Siren sing me to my doom
Take me to my eternal bed
To make everlasting love
Swaddled in your perfection

Your sweet seduction
Tears me to pieces
Rends my mortal heart
Lays my weakness bare

There are no other arms
to have me, no other legs
to have wrapped around
my needy soul

Smash this frail boat
On your rocky strand
Release me to the
Cruel undertow

This lust I bear for you
Destroys all past loves
Crushes all dreams
Of happiness and fame

In you I find my just desserts
My ignominy and shame
Take my helpless humanity
And give me immortal disgrace

Only you can be my solace
Your arms my oblivion
Take me to your bosom
And end this lonely lie.


6 thoughts on “Undertow understood unleashed

  1. Key Lamp September 1, 2019 / 9:21 pm

    Ann you lay down your weary head, close those eyes, expire your breath. I stroke your hair as you sleep, when you wake you’ll be one with me.

  2. thecultofanne September 1, 2019 / 9:25 pm

    The poem is more a comment on the picture than anything else. I could use a nap, though.

    • Key Lamp September 1, 2019 / 5:30 pm

      I just write as I am inspired. Rarely does it coincide with any others intentions. Sometimes I miss the point completely, but it’s not like I experience any cohesion flitting about my own thoughts and sensations.

      • thecultofanne September 1, 2019 / 9:39 pm

        If I don’t have any particular inspiration, I just try to put myself in a character and see what comes out. That’s my strategy to battle writer’s block.

      • Key Lamp September 1, 2019 / 9:43 pm

        I struggle to see the point of sharing my writing at all. My words feel worthless. But embodiment is the kicker, that’s part of the secret of transcendent ascension. Or something spiritual wordy woo.
        Be the character. Be the ball.

      • thecultofanne September 1, 2019 / 10:09 pm

        I share them as a release of my inner dialogue. I hope that they speak to someone, but I have little hope of publication, other than self-publishing, so I write here. People read, like, follow, but they don’t engage – except you, and I appreciate that very much. More than I can say, really. I read your spiritual wordy woo. Some I find beyond my tiny mind, but I respond when I am able, but my time is increasingly not my own. The semester has begun, and I’m flat out.

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