Alchemy; the Space Between Eclipses

How do I bring myself Forth from this loneliness?

For the last of your Days

were surely the first of my Nights

yet still my Heart indwells possibility

that Providence shall grant us Union

with the Bestowing upon us

of a Reality fully formed

within the delicate sliver of Space

between rigid absolutes

that ‘ere now has confined us

to only mirrored Experience

of that which has been

the Other’s unmet World.

~ S. Brodbeck ©10.31.2022

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I Smothered it~ Scorpio New Moon Solar Eclipse 10.25.2022

I smothered it;

I smothered it ‘ere full breath could be undertaken,

Re-animating a once lovely yet still-past, dead Thing.

Though saddened I was by the doing of it;

I have no regret of the act,

and decision for it, in itself.

The returning of the Thing to Rest,

‘ere accountability be demanded of me for its very Existence,

was the proper course to be undertaken .

One day future when glimpsing past,

it shall be known that the ending of the Thing

was the beginning of the Liberation

for Us each.

I wish it to be understood;

that my relinquishment unto Death,

of the very Thing that I desired so,

is offering of testament to a growth

bearing fully this humble recognition

that should the beloved Thing Become

once more Arisen

finding itself Reborn unto a new Day

it’s Promise to resurrected Life was gifted by a Power

far exceeding of mine alone.

Sharon Brodbeck 10.21.2022

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Wrath, not Beauty, Shall Fade

He denies me Beauty

Despising me for my Love of It

yet but a twisted whimper of wrath

is his claim upon a fame.

Should thou peer keenly

upon the wrinkle set over brow

what once was mistook

for mark of great thought

shall prove to be naught

but crevasse of envy

pressed ever more deeply

‘neath beguiled weight

of self-doubts.

Why then should I

invite upon mine own mind

the burdens of thee

whom would seek to shackle me

within fortress walls

bereft of Life?

For is it not true

that your denial of a Thing

can no more cease the existence

of that Thing

than it can prevent

my Love upon It?

I will not fret you further

in these matters and Ways

yet will choose to full Heartedly Embrace

all of my Greatest and Truest Loves

wasting not yet another moment

indeed many sunrises of moments

in a denial of That which is found

pleasurable unto Mine Very Soul

so that you might find a small

indeed dismally small comfort

through your banal denials

of Beauty and Love

so that one’s self

finds preservation within

a misery of righteous Wrongs.

© Sharon Brodbeck  10.15.2022

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Ode to the Non-Committal : Aries/Libra Things – Full Moon Aries 2022

Word Up on me Not with lingual love

Forget me Please if this is all that you offer;

to sleazy Seize that which you desire

yet noncommittal Be Thee still to the fires;

that Truest Love brings to aLight

attempt Ye’ Not to break it down for me

how you suffered by others and trusted not

for I am not they whom minced words and actions

truths loosed from my heart shared freely from honest tongue

an unmeasurable many times

to be met only by your backward facing ears

unable to meet me present;

for Past wrongs bethought of from others

held you closely and stroked One’s fragile ego

lest accountability take hold and require greater effort

to seize upon a new day

and enter Genuine relation with another

such as I

where one’s each and every action

is an Expression of Love

and not merely a pumped up word

dialogued strategically with guile

merely meant to excuse one of misaligned deeds;

and non-deeds; indeed!

Woe unto He that plays his hand as such

for lonely be the days and nights

that hence forth come from such self serving pantomimes

So again I say with kindness;

though you might doubt that to be true

Word Up on Me Not! and properly

Forget Me True!

for undoubtedly the best course Be

to walk separately our Rested Lives through.

Sharon Brodbeck 09.01.21

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Old Moon Ponderings

My body is a temple

my body is a tomb

my body has given birth

and been birthed

by another body’s womb

what womb, I muse, shall birth me

back into the ethers

from hence I once came

born in to this world of matter

to play at an oft times cruel game.

Sharon Brodbeck 07.30.21

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Claim Thy Heart

Once tiny girls

With Loving, searching Hearts

Misunderstood

Our Hearts fell apart

Gifting a small piece

To each we did meet

Hoping it to be enough

Our wells now hidden deep

As time went by

We put aside our dreams

Our little girls surviving

By any and all means

Little girls long tucked away

Women, we’ve now become

Our hearts broken, scattered far and wide

Belonging to no One

“Women, summon your little girl

the time has come you see,

to gather the many pieces

make your Heart one for Thee”

With Hearts brought Whole

Shine Your Love

Release the pain harbored within

Allow your Heart

To tone it’s tune

Weave your Dreams

Once Again

Sharon Brodbeck ‘2005

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