few share this frequency,
but when the coin hits water,
when the hand beats drum,
when the eye reflects ray-
when image strikes surface of heart,
motion begins,
sound travels,
and we gather anew.
frequency
13 Friday Nov 2015
Author Archives: feralpoet
early november
06 Friday Nov 2015
following the first rains,
earth perfumes the head
as damp and bay laurel and redwood rise skyward.
ferns unpin their curls at the feet of oaks.
kite and crow skirmish loudly
high above the crown of yellowing sycamore.
the river’s voice returns-
live music is never the same twice.
The first drops to hit
02 Monday Nov 2015
Yellow finches are preparing for rain.
While quick sky changes cast shifting light,
the fountain hypnotizes with song.
A ceramic mug of black tea rests on a knee,
and imagined scenes play out in my head.
With the wind tossing strands of hair,
I realize,
staying for the first drops to hit
may be the baptism I’ve been waiting for.
Iron and wood and earth
02 Monday Nov 2015
His voice finds me
before I seek the phone,
its sound
a net into which I could drop.
In the roughness of his hands-
iron and wood and earth.
In his touch-
light, eagerness and suggestion.
Miles suspend moments of definition.
I’ll listen and let contact fall
onto white paper.
Knowing nothing
29 Thursday Oct 2015
Knowing nothing and
sensing much
leaves tongues tied in noncomprehension.
Were seeking to begin here
reaching would stop
and there beside me you’d be.
Sigh..
there beside me you’d be.
Right-
you already are…
Creation flickers
23 Friday Oct 2015
we open,
creation flickers appreciative eyes
knowing it may express itself through us
and bring a union of hearts-
small reminders of what binds us to life, place, and
one another.
hear the songs
of light, color, sound and page,
whose voices crack through lies
separating us
from the unchanging.
Play
22 Thursday Oct 2015
Play with your food.
Play with your words.
Play with yourself.
Play with light.
Play in the dirt.
Play in the gap between.
Play with your brother,
your mother, father, sister.
Play with the squirrel out the window.
Play and keep the world spinning
with a grin.
Normal
21 Wednesday Oct 2015
Normal
is a right angle.
One squares with a norm.
So what,
what are you doing
breaking your spine
to fit the shape
robbing you of seductive curves?
Accepting the task
21 Wednesday Oct 2015
The imprint of the dream,
a sudden waking
a gasp
an “oh my god” and
you return
to the surface
from a who-knows-where and
a deep
dive
down
carrying now
a dancing fish.
Upon the glass, a reflection.
Through the glass, a being.
Beyond the glass-
a destination calling you forth.
Without end
begins
with accepting the task
that brought you here.
For the women in those photographs
12 Monday Oct 2015
For the shes,
for the women who held in reserve everything but
what they betrayed in the fathoms of their eyes,
I dance for you,
let my laid-down hair fly
and skin sweat rivers
underarm and between thigh.
My laugh is the wild thing you withheld
and the leap it was never safe
for you to take.
The salt this body gives up,
one gift I can give.
Carry me to where your bones rest,
I’ll bring the skull I’ve been handed
when calling guides from the directions.
You’ve yet to reach my dreams
but when you do
I know
your unpinned hair will be the least
of what you bring to night sleep.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 