Category Archives: poems

into the darkness, Free

14 Friday Mar 2014

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Released~
From a lifetime of yearning,,
A fish,
dropped from the hook, undulating
into darkness,
Free..
even the piercing, erased.
Being both fisherman, jailer, and
the scaled one who knows the way~
Beyond this, laughter rises,
the rhythm of current and wind,
silenced ripple and singing sound..
Mind is blue, lapping.
Swim,
That’s all there is to do.

I won’t be waiting

12 Wednesday Mar 2014

Posted by in listen, lovers, nature, poems, poetry

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Dedicated to someone who cares enough
to ask questions.
Let Nina Simone play,
while squared espresso cups
send steam up
to meet the wind.
I think I can waltz
with myself and the mirror,
at least.
Crisp sheets beckon,
my fingers as good a lover
as any.
New mountains outside
unfamiliar windows
call
And I, for one,
can wait..
letting tension for satisfaction
build.
You’ll come someday
and I,
for one,
won’t be waiting.
I’ve steep paths to climb
with bold skies overhead.
Feel free to join me,
but make it interesting-
I keep a fast pace and
I won’t be waiting.

3 poem day

18 Tuesday Feb 2014

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Crows feasting,
the pasture their table.
Waddling, hopping the lumps,
straddling gopher piles,
gaming each other
with beak nips of air,
territorially.

a 3 poem day.
hummingbird at dawn,
at the top most point
of the tree beside me,
singing singing.
i enjoyed her greatly from high
in the pine tree where i watched
waves piling against rock.
chubby swell, at last,
what a winterless winter.

and in the firesong above
following the disappearance of the sun
thousands of crows,
the local posse,
comical and loud,
held their evening ritual
all flying the same direction
to greet the night

3 poems
red wine
i’m here, sewing together
the passing of light from yesterday
to today
into tomorrow

Open palms

18 Tuesday Feb 2014

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I don’t know where I’m going
but I know how to get there.
“What do you want from me?”
Nothing.
Not any more.
These hands carried that rock far
too long..
I walk on and wave
Goodbye
Love or not,
my way is not yours
a bird rests in my open palms now
she takes flight spontaneously
and returns without my asking
Undiscovered story
footsteps not yet fallen
these are mine
five toes by five toes
inhale by exhale
goodbye
meant losing everything
but myself

let go the rock

18 Tuesday Feb 2014

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the strength to be vulnerable
water to stone
endless sculpting
contours held, softened
always becoming
more of itself
tears, sea water, brine
the fetus
suspended
sound buffered
movement and nutrients
blood and growth
the strength of vulnerability
let go the rock
become the water

Shadow

16 Sunday Feb 2014

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shadow, india
Shadow?
Mask changer,
character after character
in the play-
not villains, though
the audience holds its breath
still
with each entrance-
I believed the acting.
I could not name you,
too caught in shifting storylines
until
moving to the back of the theatre,
when the stage became a stage,
and you! I saw
you wear the same shoes
with every performance..
Shadow?
Lithe one,
Let’s dance…

unknown friends

12 Wednesday Feb 2014

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the flatbed tow truck
flies by on wet curving
valley road
my smile broad, watching him go.
he has this highway memorized
just as i do
and the intensity of his focus
matches my own
it’s good knowing where we’re going,
how to get there,
and having unknown friends along the way

Silly humans

11 Tuesday Feb 2014

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How scared we are of being
meaningless
unwanted,
Rushing to make our accomplishments
known.
False identities choke us.
Silly humans.
These doings
haven’t anything to do
with our goodness.
They are nice
maybe,
or great
even,
perhaps amazing, delightful, honorable
and expressive of our innate beauty
but essence is not
a woman who’s heart we must fight for,
or a man whose eye we must catch,
or the nodding approval of our father,
or the celebration,
finally,
of the person we are
thrown by everyone that matters to us
(for better or worse)
because
really
the breath holding us to life
and back from death
already understands exactly
how powerful
loving and precious it is.
And it is us.
Try relaxing into that.

Union comes alone.

10 Monday Feb 2014

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With fluid reach

cypress hold both the sun

and gathering birds, giving audience

to dawn.

Union comes alone

not in the company of thought,

thought anchored by convenience-

convenient right and wrong, reliable should and shouldn’t..

No and Union hear infinitely different music.

Moving to what the oak and crow listen to,tree, light

freedom arrives,

the controls of ethics not limiting the ability

to discern the sound of light and

feel the texture of color

painting the day.

Storm Sessions

09 Sunday Feb 2014

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.Storm sessions of the mind.

Sight of one we had walked with

hand in hand

suddenly contorts our face in revulsion.

One whose breath we shared

becomes the reason we spin

alone without sleep.

One whose laughter joined ours

we now shake a finger at.

The rain gathers

the pressure drops

the seas rise..

become the column of rock

unquestioning of itself

joyous to receive the downpour

and crashing glacial blue waves

that wash and sculpt it

into a singular masterpiece

We are not two,

but One.