Moon-glint Medusa

Moon-glint Medusa
Caught in an updraft
A chimney sucks me, straw like,
through the dark tube that
sprays bits of me
into a gauzy draped
nascent sky.
Out of me, sparks fly.
What pulls me?
What shoots me?
What is destroyed?
Unbound options never before seen
bring a gift life wouldn’t contain.
Live intent, a current restless,
Relentlessly, making, breaking, creating,
compelling. I’m slipping through
a downpour of me, a
messy mudslide choice.
I’m undone.
Broken from the known
before now, the
Used to be.


About Cynthia Pittmann

I am a writer, life-artist, friend to humans, animals and nature. I'm a published poet, and I post original photographs in the WordPress blog. I'm experimenting with a poetic form that is meant to be read (and seen) with music videos. In the Oasis Writing Link blog (blogger), I write about living in Puerto Rico, memoir vignettes, offer creative writing ideas, explore art and sometimes discuss books I'm reading. I have two ongoing non-fiction writing projects: I'm writing a memoir about my mothers who were murdered in a hate crime and an experiential book about learning and practicing creative writing. I am an openminded accepting person. I invite you to introduce yourself (and your areas of artistic interest to me) on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. ॐ
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