Thanksgiving Poem


I’m thankful for
this brown carpet
with human fuzz
the sound of feet above me

the winds howling outside
me warm inside
alone but sheltered

the womb warmth
of my own soul energy
and of those I’ve gladly known
our cascading colors of light
happily perplexing
in this fluctuating perpetuation
of life


the intensity of youth
the sharp, edgy freedom
spending time

coins with their edges rubbed off
that’s what it’s like
to be older


I was three quarters
and felt everything
more than it should be
my hands colder than snow
the wind the howl of the artic
I shivered with Christmas hymns
all the way back to Santa
in the magical frightening world of child
I tingled with glad, knowing numbness
then I was transported
connected to every atom in the cosmos
I was cold and warm
I was there and I wasn’t
I knew and I was innocent
I loved and I was vacant
I was human, vegetation
and the swirling forces
blackness and pure light
then I realized
everything is infused with soul
I am a seed and I have grown
I am a part
I am whole

Thanksgiving Poem by Belinda Subraman
If you like Thanksgiving poem you may want to read Belinda’s Cinco de Mayo poem .

Thank you for your visit.

Egyptian Book of the Dead and Viagra Poem

green alien photoIn ancient times also

there were mind explorers,

body worshipers,

disappointments to their mothers.


When time was a blessing

on a too tight rope

they were initiated into

the hearts of baboons.


Offerings above, please.

Bodies below.


As the dead sun sleeps

in the netherworld each night

spirits return to their mummies.

Ancestors pray.

May their bones be knit together,

their members be made firm.


Belinda Subraman