Life, She Said

Zentangle5132013Today’s card isn’t a card. It’s a poem that I wrote. I hope you enjoy.

Tears, Breathless, Union, Blocked, Insanity, Safety, Love, Hope, Help


Life, she said
To everyone
in particular
Those who never listen,
Isn’t about union.
There is no safety
Not in numbers.
Not in tears
Not in breathless, deathless, reckless kisses
The kind that leave you gasping
For air
For them
For you.

Life, she said
Is about not letting them
Rob you
Steal your hope
Render you incapable
Of ripping away that net
Of their inexpressable
love? No that’s not it.

Help, she said
Is asking for it
and insanity,she said,
is accepting it as truth.
Live, she said
Don’t be blocked
Don’t be stopped.
Love, she said.
Just love.

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
May 7, 2013

Tarot In 9 Words: Hanged Man

I’ve studied Tarot for over thirty years now. And 25 or more have been as a professional Tarot consultant. I still get hung up (pun fully intended) by the Hanged Man. Come see why.

Here is my next poem for the Major Arcana. For those of you who are new to my blog, this is a series that I do based on my 9Words Poetry Challenge that I developed. I’ve been doing this for nearly seven years but only began to do this for Tarot as well in 2008.

I take nine words that come to me while looking at the card. For this exercise I am using the Rider-Waite-Smith deck. Then I write a poem that uses those nine words. The poems are Continue reading “Tarot In 9 Words: Hanged Man”

9Words: Missions Of Some One

Since that time, many others have adopted this (and been published because of it). The macabre, off-kilter, incredibly talented Sir Daywalker…

The game remains the same. Some years ago I started a poetry challenge on a internet board. I called it 9Words: A Poetry Challenge. It was a way for me to feed my muse when she wasn’t playing well with others.

Since that time, Continue reading “9Words: Missions Of Some One”

Poems: 9Words

Roses Memories Leaves Always Forever Love Reminders Photographs Pale

Midnight Rose

She still wears those memories of you
Like midnight roses wrapped so tight
Around that slim throat blue black dying
Flower kisses against such pale skin
Reminders of the depth of your love
Five midnight roses cling so close
Soft yellowing leaves set them off
As her eyes stare wide unseeing
While they try to lift those roses
Off her pale pale unmoving throat
She will always wear those memories
Captured forever Permanently marked
In clinical criminal photographs
Reminders of the depth of your love

Stephanie Arwen Lynch

Wicked Games Buying Guide Ideas Red Fire Spring Preventive

Wicked Man

Wicked wicked man allowing me
To believe you might be buying
All these red fire desire ideas
That spring within me because
I forgot to take precaution
I forgot those preventive rules
Games are only fun to be played
When you know the rules the guides
Boundaries within which to keep
All these red fire desire ideas
About one wicked wicked man

Stephanie Arwen Lynch

Reckon ~ Round ~ Riven ~ Rock ~ Regret ~ Reap ~ Road ~ Rust ~ Recognize

Blackbird’s Singing Again

Reckon you know the story too well
Regrets reaped then heaped so high so high
‘Round abouts here we recognize
That driven by a raven look
Don’t stop gotta keep running
Blackbird’s gonna getcha tonight
Your riven heart in small pieces
Dust off the rust off those boots
Hit the road hit the road hit it
Turn up the music so you can’t hear
The screaming calls of your own death
Rock on regardless of who gets hurt
Reckon you know that story quite well.

Stephanie Arwen Lynch

POEM: Japanese Mermaids Don’t Sing

Mirror, Cover, Alone, More, Cold, Mermaid, Walk, Dive, Sea

Japanese Mermaids Don’t Sing

Sometimes I see glimpses of her
— Flashes of gold red black white —
Koi under lily pads floating cover.
Diving the depths again alone,
She’s a Japanese mermaid
Afraid to comb her hair any more.
Dropped her precious silver mirror
On his rocky stone cold heart.

Shall she attempt the pain again?
Divide her legs. Let her heart bleed
As she walks into love once more.
Mute because she gave it away
To the wrong handsome prince.
Or would it be better safer calmer
To dive again into that sea welcoming
Dark depths to hide her self that light
— Flashes gold red black white —
Lilies and koi hiding from the pain.

Stephanie Arwen Lynch

Poem: Restless Screams

Journey Strain Urge Tug Pull Guide Seek Distance Sea

Restless Screams

Sometimes urges–primal screams of myself if you will
Yank at me like restless children who tug my hand
Come with us. Play with us. Run with us. Live please.
Should I seek these winsome toddler thoughts–follow?
Should I stay planted in my known domesticated self
Would the journey to the wilding that is within
Strain my sanity. Snap me like a twig. Break me down?
Pull me closer to that edge with fantasies of hope
With no map in hand I must let that muse guide me
Will she pull me over the bone-shattering cliff?
Will she drown me in that soul-sucking sea?
There in the distance I can hear those cries
Wailing, laughing, crying, shouting, screaming
Those restless children. Those primal screams of me.

Stephanie Arwen Lynch

Poem: Weekender (9Words)

Interesting * Shut * Said * Coffee * Weekend * Wake * Dove * Earth * Choice


Wake me I said and
Shut the curtain, love
Draw me tight like drum
Skin waiting touch me
Touch me like I am earth
And you a spade waiting
To turn me over again
Making choice cuts
A prime decision perhaps
Interesting on some level
Where you lick me down
Dove chocolate sweet I am
Your tongue diving deep
Reminding me that I said
Make me forget this day
Love me like strong coffee
Hot, sweet, rich, creamy
Drip me from your lips
Like I am your weekend

Stephanie Arwen Lynch