Let Me Tell You About the Wild, by Leah Lubin

Let Me Tell You About the Wild, by Leah Lubin

 

Out there alone when we are together,
you ask me continuously about my personal truth.

“Which part are you interested in?” I inquire. 
“The wild side”, I hear you say.

“Are you sure?” 
If so, let me tell you about the wild. 

It needs certain elements to be involved: 
Like rock and roll. 
Mary Jane’s greenest herbs. 
Good food that inspires. 
Great tea or even Hawaiian coffee. 
But most of all, the right people have to be included.

OK.  I understand.  So then, what happens? 
Well, a door opens. 
I become myself, but more real. 
I say what I want. 
Do what I want. 
Make things happen.

“Is rock the only form of music involved?” you ask. 
No, no. 
Reggae, hip hop, rap, jazz, blues, and country all invited. 
“So, let’s go”, you say. 
Coming, I say.

How Would You Describe A Miracle?, by Leah Lubin

How Would You Describe A Miracle?

by Leah Lubin

I am writing to tell you about what’s going on.

I am waiting for major changes in my world.

How would you describe a miracle about to take place but you don’t know when, where, or even how?

“Why, why do you need a miracle?” I hear you say.

Well, that’s what it’s going to take for the shift to happen in my life so that I can continue my work in art and literature, and still be true to the human aspect of me.

The woman inside.

Love Poem, Poets' Circle Collaboration

Love Poem

 

Love, from seed to seed, from planet to planet

Memorialize a moment

Like paint on canvas.

Sweet surrender.

Hot canvas.

Cool nights

With love like a knife.

At my back

before me…

Only the light

bright and pure and cutting

 like a knife.

Make my day and make it a delight!

Open to hot gluttony and undulate like sweet ambrosia before God.

Sing with lavish violet verve, a tin lizzie of clematis.

The flowers brightened like a flame

Then faded and dropped to the ground.

--Group Poem

Watsonville Public Library, Poets’ Circle

February 14, 2013

(“Love, from seed to seed, from planet to planet” from a sonnet by Pablo Neruda)

 

Music, by Leah Lubin

 Music, by Leah Lubin

Hello.
How are you dear
music my friend?

I’ve been missing you,
but there is a reason
I’ve had you turned off.

It’s my heart.  It’s healing
and I can’t take any more
chances by just letting you in.

When I do open the door
and let you through, my heart
skips and beats and hopes again.

Hope that the words you use
in song can be true also for me.

So music, you decide.  Are you really
my friend and should we both
imagine that you mean what you say.

At a Loss for Words, by Leah Lubin

At a Loss For Words, by Leah Lubin

Feeling vulnerable.
Still in pain.
I sit quietly in the corner
thinking about a new way
to reach out to you.

At a loss for words
but still willing to continue
the search started so long ago.
Then filled with hope.
Now more mature but still open.

I consider my possibilities.
Life alone or should I continue searching?
It is possible that you might still be out there.
Searching for me too.