Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Friday, May 26, 2017

The leaves of summer

Let the sap of summer nourish me,
like small bough,
with a leaf stuck for life to its limb.
Let the autumn wind care for my soul.
So what if winter crawls over your roots!


Monday, December 26, 2016

The Riven Tree

The trail is quiet, not a bird breaks the silent, trackless, virgin Colorado Powder.

Time itself rests from its relentless, steady, pushing and cracking through its unmarked path.

No spring on the wing, no thaw, no new growth needling its way into a new spring morning.

No, not yet.


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Tuesday, November 15, 2016

A Wrinkle in Time

I looked along the wrinkles in my couch, looking for a random blink of karma. A tiny warp in the woof of time. Oh yes, here's one, and it’s a beauty.I'm weaving away at a plain wool blanket, horse outside, warm piles left to show the way for the summer grass. Oh that’s too far off. I had a saddle though, it was western style, squeaky and smelling of old leather. Aspens along the ridge.

Oh that leather smell!

Pines in the background, sounds of the horses chomping up the yellow grass, rough mane, rough hair, rough feel of western Levis. Old boots with dusty creases, red fire in the wildflowers. White, white clouds along the ridge. Sun somewhere shining.

Now there’s a wrinkle for you.

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Saturday, October 15, 2016

The Secret Garden: Saga of the Sparrow Bowl

It may seem as though the secret garden is an idyllic spot for calm and serenity, but even in paradise there is strife. Our brave photographer was sitting quietly among the berries and the fall lilies, watching Ounce an lots of friends playing in the Sparrow Bowl, when all at once, Red Cardinal came swooping down, scattering sparrows right and left!   Perhaps this swooping was innocent enough, but our brave photographer was so stunned by the chaos that Ounce was entirely forgotten!  Ounce  was furious, and a furious, wet sparrow is a dangerous thing.  Ounce dive-bombed a couple of times and practically drown trying to save the sanctity of the sparrow bowl. 

Amazingly, as stunned as our brave photographer was, the footage was still in the cloud!


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Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Promises Wait for Another New Day

The midnight sky is stuffed with moonlight,
but you wouldn’t know it from the afternoon,
filled with grey rain along the edges.

Two figures walk along the empty road,
foreground vivid with the here and now,
while the vanishing point draws relentless close.

What destinies wait behind that grey horizon,
waiting for the early sun to polish up
those dreams we left for dead the night before.
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Monday, July 25, 2016

The Gold of Life

What will happen to my soul when you are gone?
Will I tack it to a wall in a makeshift frame?

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Reservoir, late evening in July

Thursday, May 19, 2016

A bubblegum World


Time shattered that day, when I saw through a crack,
another teaming, seething, crystal world,
(I was stuck on my usual side)

It was a  bubblegum world, with grassy places,
trees awake with new leaves,
old limbs fading with the death of winter,

Look,
There’s a beauty!  Boughs swinging in the windy sun,
searching for a new spring nest.   

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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

A Puddle full of Petals

I was skidding through another concrete day
Shoes hitting hard against the sidewalk grey
Sharp shards snapping at the stopped up drain
White sun spitting at a window pane
Background rattle of a subway train.

Then I turned the corner and astonishingly
I see the floating remnants of a cherry tree.


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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

On Making Deliveries in Snow

Jiggity, Jaggity Jergety,  hoo!
I’m bringing a pizza to you, to you.
There’s ice, there’s snow
No safe place to go
I’m lost in the fog
I’m stuck with this job
I’m trapped out at night
I’m getting frost-bite
I’m ready to sob
I’m too old for this job!!

The pizza is cold.

You’ll have to be told 
You’ll have nothing to eat
I can’t find your street!
I just want to go back to Peru, Peru
I want to go back to Peru!

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Saturday, November 21, 2015

Discovering a Different Fall


I wander through the apple shadows, stepping into the secret garden
Fall chrysanthemums are stiff with color
Grasses are drying their stalks for winter
Is that an orangy goldfish there or a patched up dappled catfish?
Either way, I let it sink amid the leaves and lilies.
I close my eyes and feel a quiet melting in my frozen solar plexus
I may have dozed, I'm never sure
A puddle full of splashing sparrows wakes me up.

There's something familiar about that tweet!

“Ounce?” "Ounce!"
“You’re wet and cold! you’ll catch a chill!"
Come here!“

I don’t know what made me scold that way
It’s just I miss Ounce so and didn’t even know it.
Embarrassed by my burst, I try to slink away, when
I feel a small wet weight upon my shoulder --

“Ouch! You bit me!"

Before I can move a retaliatory inch
Ounce settles down for a soggy shoulder nap, and
There isn’t anything else to do
Except to take a leafy walk in the golden speckled afternoon.

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Saturday, September 5, 2015

A Popsickle Day

Once upon a time, long before now,
When the grass was as green as a lollypop~
Off we went down the sidewalk edge,
looking for a piece of eternity.

It was a popsicle day,
With trees saturated in summer~
Sidewalks so hot you needed shoes,
You could fry an egg if you wanted, they said.

We were warned of course, about crossing the street,
We were threatened, coerced and cautioned~
Of course we crossed it anyway,
As we scattered away that diamond day.

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Saturday, August 29, 2015

Fall Day

Off to school with sharpened promises.
Seeking a simple space reserved for me.
Oh how I wished and waited, loved and prayed.
May I have a pleasant dream, a morning full of breezes?
Now and then a glance my way, shooting light through a hidden shard.
How I wanted to pursue you--
Where was that spark inside my soul,
Whispering through the painted leaves--
“I love you”
“You can count on me”

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Sunday, August 2, 2015

Kidnapped!

Screeching back into the moment
I spot a leaf against my window pane,
an ivy sprig caught behind the window box,
stained glass catching sunbeams,
(Well, it isn't really glass
but it captures colors just the same)

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View from Living Room...

Monday, July 27, 2015

The Mending Way

Wake up! The day comes up anyway
the same old cracked-up dawn.
Same concrete against the stumpy flowers
dry as summer.
What happened to all the maybes,
All those forks to choose from?

Fork one fork two; one-a-fork two-a-fork

The trouble is, we resonate with beauty,
Seeking the mending way
I have a certain feeling in the bone.
It came on cell by cell,
raising me up a half an inch
at a time.

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United Nations ~ November 2014

Monday, July 13, 2015

The Poetry Of Life



Let the plant wither if it must, the seed fell days ago;
Stuck in a pod, half blind, trapped in a cold puddle,
Like some muddied, pock-marked, leftover snowball.
Too dismal to throw.
I have nothing to do but hibernate.
What am I some kind of iced-over, frost bitten hedgehog?

I’m shrinking! 
How can this be with all these trickles?
I’m down to a husk of a thing, rattling around like some blind-sided snail.
I’m dying out here!
Or  maybe drying; at least things are improving,
I mean how can I do anything about it?

OUCH!
I’ve been crunched by a rabid runner and stuffed into a furrow!
I think I’ll cry...yes...
Wait a minute, what is that streaming stuff?
Is it dirt?  Is it Sun?  Is it Rain?
I’m growing! 
Help! I’m being resurrected!

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Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Our New York Kentucky Coffee Tree



I came across a gift the other evening, among the discards and the wannabes,
My #2 New York Kentucky Coffee tree, with pods for the very first time.
Cool to the touch, leaves as soft as a kitten,
Powder on the underside, sleek and satin on the top.
Translucent in the pale evening.

Swirling and singing, each leaf an instrument, weaving up a fractal symphony. 
An instrument of the wind, certain in the late afternoon.

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New York Kentucky Coffee Tree, Summer 2015