please be gentle

[Lao C Ryter]

one

[joel]

Ektroma—taken from a wound—
aborted from the womb
by purpose or by miscarriage
of justice or of health:

if this is how I came to be
once born – not born again –
then still I hope I had a name
and someone knew my face.

[joel]

[and welcome. I'm sorry--I did a lousy job of remembering to welcome you, Lao C]

[judih]

my rage brandishes my name
i love this image

[jim turner]

Extraordinary, Lao, as is Joel's response. Rare poetry here. Stick around and inspire us. jim

[.Lucy.]

You've tapped into solid gold - welcome aboard Lao!

[.Lucy.]

If your Rage is yours,
then let me own
what is rightful-
My Happiness.

I will not absorb your Rage;
you've purchased it,
earned it,
fought for it.
It's yours for you to revel in
and enjoy.

Here lies the gift-wrapped Happiness,
and I pull at the strings of the bow gently.

Here I extend to you what I've unraveled;
do what you will with it,
but don't take away my Happiness.

[Lao C Ryter]

my rage seems
the firmament
that your happiness sinks
it's toe's into.
sinks it's toe's into
and wiggles them.
wiggling rightful happy toe's.

[Lao C Ryter]

Thanks for the welcome Lucy.
Your reply is excellent!

[.Lucy.]

Room for wiggling one's toes,
wiggling away the Anger
and creating suds of Neutrality
to balance it all out.