Poems

Dark skies whisper starlit

trailing arrows, sparkling glittery fly

hands illuminated, fingers moon dappled entwine

kiss of love’s star

Venus will have

her way

In Uganik Bay that year the sun never set

I walked the long greening path to the dock

fireweed taller than I shooting summer’s sky

Warmth of sun bringing lazy lily’s leaning

Little waves splashed breaking cerulean blue

I waited the mail plane, pontooned it flew

Lulling oceans smooth you landed

with eyes that sailed me far-off island stranded

next to you

Float plane to carry us edging mountains, snowy, jagged

Dall sheep, perched asleep precariously rocky hung

Kodiak bears forded rivers we circled streaming on

Deep black kettle ponds no man to touch

snowy patches amid viridian lush

frozen, not to melt

our treasured days of flying

We met again at Hatcher’s pass

with hearts to break as fragile glass

a part of love undying

Two maple trees

sun dappled window leaves

doves awake my dream

mourning breathes the air

breezy robes caress

green leaves

singing

That time in summer’s red, the hilly sands I climbed

willow grass woven white with yarrow, fragrantly entwined

my eyes softened in sea drift’s tide, of puddled shallows

ocean sang in rising waves, wild sea kelp tangled

sun slept scarce hours, it’s shining seaward beams

that only leave as the final silhouette

vanishes into night’s dream

I always take you in

the way you lie

on your back, exposing underbelly

Twitchy, tricky tale of you

scratching up my legs

you quickly turn

next moment fully purred

You haunt me in the night

hungry on the prowl

whiskers brushing skin

fierce in your growl

You never had to try

so hard, every trick in the book

your forlorn eyes

clawing caught me hooked

Strange music shook the mourning hour – waking

crash landing dreams, my sleepy ways forsaken

Til under other slumber I fell

to walk a lilting lake, green lily pads to float me

White petaled boats, lotus watery bloomed

other worlds sailed my dreaming room

strange music froggy

deeply toned

Long night

curtains dark the gloom

creak the steps to her sleeping room

solemn woman walks these woods

transforming limb and bone

in feathery flight she delights

to grace a moon swept pond

her whispers weave a song, to call her lover home

entwined they float the woodwind air

until the night is gone

Shapeshifter lights the darkness dawn

to shed the dreaming night

now slips away her lover

and fades the glorious swan

The perfect slanting of sun

tundra cotton leaning northward

salmon spawning homeward

golden grass – waved in winds

The cast of red autumn’s spell

Long road, cool ocean’s sun

Bare feet, warmth, sinks the softness

Drives my soul back home

Chemicals — hexafluorosilicic acid and sodium fluorosilicate

Derived from the phosphate mining industry,

both considered highly toxic by the EPA

These hazardous wastes are dumped into drinking water

LIES … Fluoride – it’s so good for your teeth

lies the dentist, lies the doctor, lies the politician

Lies the dead fish

in the water

Mossy, forest floor

orchids sweetly sprinkled

tread ever softly

your feet of

lady slippers

An

arrow

piercing

one’s heart,

left bleeding

for love’s sake

Stars sprinkled hover

in blackness of sky

Cold darkness

gives rise and fall

to moon’s breath

Harsh the winds, canyons – deep your drowning

echoes mirrored a lifetime looked upon

sun slept, darkness crept calling

lift the shade, peace parade

roses laid a silken path or

reign the muddied road

all for you to choose

finding your way

toward home

Lilting lake of music

echoes, birds, your watery world

I am fully undone in clear turquoise depths

glacial waters blind me to all else

I dream to walk across, song of you deep in heart

at the edge I stare gazing, a bird of dawn

alas, to dream, to be one with earth

Celestial star

Astral goddess – love mingling

Venus lights your path

GMO foods punch holes in cells

permeate the gut, creating gaps in guts

Leading to food floating in bloodstreams, rivers of pain

Food allergies, ulcers, IBS …. these are the milder troubles

I won’t speak of IBD, Cancer and Crohns disease

Babies born now allergic to foods, children allergic more than ever

They said, though the BT injected crops killed bugs, bursting their bellies

that they were still safe for humans….They were wrong!

Now these GMO crops are causing a myriad of gastro problems in people!

Food crops are now Roundup ready in the

Killing Fields.

I couldn’t see, but water

reflecting, it danced from the sun

black cormorant dove under stars and pearls of sea

for silvery fish to fill his beak

a small boat I rowed

long through water weeds, cat tail reeds

paddles cut the diamond day sparkling

sandy shores mollusk strewn

rippled shells shimmering blue

oysters bubbled, shallows breathing

seagull smiled watchful scheming

a beach fire to warm the night

the dusky sun, no longer to keep

soon the moon between the trees

radiant, it wakes the stars from sleep

Tiny beetle

awaits green unfurling

Clear water drops

to spill

love me

elemental as

wind, water, fire

wild in billowing fields

drenched watery wet in sweat

of all other things make me forget

igniting dreams of lightening steam

all the ordinary world evaporating

Dusky blue the twilight hushed, dimming daylight’s edge

cherry tree, green leaves grow – gathering black of night

so quiet, my sleepy garden bows

still warm the sun drunk petaled heads

August moon lingers

only a crescent slicing low

silver birds silhouetted

in shadows flying home

evening deepens, dark the day

silence, the world so far away

Words

come visiting

all hours

Company

to fill empty rooms

You were the gentle voice,

the moon that crept as I slept

caressed in lulling waves

Tides pulled heavily under your moons and beams

ocean’s lost their way

Your hands shaped skies of day and night

planets all aligned

Your hair fell a streaming milky way

tangled celestial sighs

Moon cradled sleepily

long starried nights

A masterpiece was painted

with a trunk-ed hand he held the brush

swooshed lines in black

graceful strokes, deliberately

he spoke

finishing with a flourish

Under what true blue sky, are hell’s shelled missiles fired?

On the other side, no picnic apple pie, summer sunsets

In our firecracker skies we remember to forget

For them, they’ll be no strawberry rows ripening on the vine

or swimming pool party slip and slides

Children of war are born to die.

They came to visit me in a dream

mother and grandmother, sitting on the lawn

The earth spun quickly, they so delighted did not notice

Only spoke of gardens, tomatoes ripening on the vine,

laughing, rolling in grass, dresses green stained

My tears deep as wells, went empty in life’s longings

My arms became flowered stems

for them to gaze upon,

to love silently,

endlessly

I saw dust sparkles fly all around us,

through trees, clouds, rooftops – all things

I saw them fly off too, sparkling

realizing so soon such dust

we all become

Just the sound of rain on the tree leaves

your voice there on the line

Just a love note I’m waiting to weave

a sacred path to unwind

Just my heart unraveling a daydream

a sorrow felt undefined

It was a dreamer’s day that spun me visually undone

in cloudless skies of wild blue, beneath a basking sun

I drove the mountain road, where flowers bloom wildly to the sky

lupines, lilies, of twinkling starry hills

tallest summer grass, wildflower entwined

with deer to rob such beauty blind

with an other worldly view, I climbed and climbed

leaving all darkened, lowly thoughts

so blotted from my mind

Together – alone

My bed of stone polished cold

wintery bones no sleeping

Abandoned – thirsty on the vine

lips of wine to dine me drinking

Kissing fools and lovers,

my passion plays, go dreaming

Still your body next to mine

my soul is silence screaming

I may add to this one.

to

post

a

poem

that

no

one

wants

to

hear

Your eyes cataracts – fogged over, with a hint of blue

Still you saw more than most anyone I’ve known

I thought you a sorcerer, a mystic man

with lightening speeds you spun tales in thunder clapping rooms

A modern day chief, good will ambassador of Hope

you were the glue of an entire village,

sticking your heart on everyone like that

The Discovery Cafe, your story telling room, disguised as a restaurant,

a place you opened years ago

Many came hungry only for your stories

One could not easily eat and run or have a cup of joe and go, just not possible

when Tito had the floor

Tales of fishing, gold panning, black and brown bears, one with his head stuck in a lard bucket,

or the one that chased some lady up a tree.

The way your hands moved, while you went into a trance was a sight to behold

Though you never confessed it, I’m pretty sure you were a hypnotist

How many times I went for coffee at 9AM never leaving til’ noon,

completely bowled over, sucked in by the fantastic rip tide of you!

I saw you just months before you passed

Though you had gone deaf and blind, your love was ever present, it’s been felt everyday since,

in a world that has changed a darker shade of blue,

Tito how can I ever thank you?

My entire being all at once

completely swept away

tide turning sunk

me wholly drowning in

tears of joy

Fun house hallways

fell you in tumultuous upheavals

Inner child life denials

Crooked smiling rooms, left for your weeping

Leaky faucets poured you – sinking

Feet that stuck to sticky floors, your heart of hide and seeking

You were born of oceans,

glacial upheavals melting

a temperate forest of raining seas

I climbed your stair step moss

to see night stars mingle with fir trees

I watched through the night

only sleeping when stars did,

when birds came echoing

through your woods,

at first light, in mists of fog

I slept dreamily

in forest song

Wild foxglove

magenta blooming bells for bees

hummingbirds, flowery drinking up

fallen petals float the still green pond

softly spoke the morning dawn

foggy hanging on

Til’ sunlight breaks, the misty bank

awake in lotus song

Watercolor crimson skies

bleed indigo blue pastel lines

waterfall rains spill over

Yellowy blues sink viridian green

paper clouds bloom fire

a sunrise to devour

She is a sable brush

born of resurrected ashes

sifting her soul in colors

Hillsides greening, looking out

a painter of days and ruins

The morning sang to meadow-ed fields

mountains hummed the clouds far off,

skies went wildly blue

Strolling fragrantly in the cutting rows

lavender florets fell between dreaming toes

Scented mounds infused the path

provence, grosso, royal velvet, I chose

Woody stemmed grey, green, blue

bent breaking fragrance in the heated dew

Cabbage moths danced to singing bees

daydreaming

— I flew in lavandula breeze

Derek -Twin tango

you are pure art

performing on streets

You dance laughing in worlds

far beyond the end of certain music

Dreamer – you conjure wild eyed musings

climbing narrow towers to grasp red roses

People cheer in bellied laughter

floored by your silent speak

Acrobat flyer, balanced ever higher

landing staged on the street

Muscles defined

you’ve crafted through time

an act undeniably sublime

A rocky trail stoned my gait, tripping

lofty lookout tower – now climbs the striking hour

clouds uncover sun’s sleeping fire

hillsides purple dotted bled

I peaked the lonesome spire

Let me dream in rain

a song caressed by green trees

wet washing me free

The road unpaved, waved in winding red

high pines unfettered, buried feet under needles – strawed

Warmth of sap, fragrant, piney bled

Lithia springs ring clear, a tumbled water song

Owl tree softly spoke

to newborn lily fawn, caressed by mourning cloak

Sun begins to edge the hills

wings rise, and flies the morning fog

Fritillaria bends the light, leaning into

daybreak’s mantra song

* Mourning cloak (Nymphalis antiopa) – common butterfly, found in many parts of the world

She fell head over heels

an all day

love sucker

green road, so tree lined

water dappled straight bled bays

rainforests seaside

On old world wings you’ve come

through ages gracing wilds

In gardens you hover, humming hawk moth

seemingly like a bird

On beating wings you sing to honeyed flower stalks

a proboscis long for drinking up

phlox and penstemon

I tried to quickly pass

in order to avoid the wreckage

You were shipwrecked outside a grocery store

washed up, delivered by a sudden squall

You sat atop a dirty crumpled duffle

I met your sullen, soulful eyes

they spoke harsh truths, not denied

I gave you groceries, you reached for my hand,

thinking me your mother, your sister, a friend

Leaving I turned to see your face

my heart dropped anchor,

sunk by such weight

beluga whales surfaced, floating ghostly white

ferocious tides ripped, sands sinking

cowslip tripped the cloud’s crashing sky

sunbursts cracked storm walls, with fire yellow light

rain far-off sheeted, poured – hillsides weeping

fireweed bowed, bent heavily sleeping

the rutted road curved swerving narrowly upward

leading me to the sweet summer of Girdwood

P O E M!

I

cursed

it

in

the

middle

of

the

night

Vine maples branch

dappled paths lit green

Forest fronds reach for skies unseen

In deeper wood comes black of day

red cedars fallen to decay

Oxalis spring – softly flowered white

sway and lean into the light

Wild berries burst, upon a mossy floor

drinking sweet of red wine poured

mouse and bird drunk with delight

cozy sleep in their woodland night.

I go flitting from

work tasks to reading poems

words drink like coffee

Chrysalis woven womb

your soft silky room

transform from green to indigo

instar nymph emerging

paper wings unfolding

maiden voyage of iridescent light

calm breeze awaits your flight

Blue Morpho.

my birthday

runs me aground

awaiting another tide to turn

poems come

at all hours

bloom like flowers

drinking up

The wind took my breath away

mingling with the sea

Your eyes of black obsidian

tumbled into me.

Overboard we slid beneath waves

deep as cormorants

our souls to be saved

Lungs, salty sea aired

our breaths of the day,

entangled in waterways

did soon float away

In ever deeper depths of love

what shall be learned?

If one dives ever deeper,

shall one not return?

awaken

grasp deep within

tap

reservoirs deep as wells

rebalance

masculine, feminine

release

old ways

time

of radical change

prepare

to break apart

allow

deep feelings

let

conflicts go

wash

distortions away

feel

the softening

flourish

in heart, mind

empower

your life

invent

new plans

transform

into higher awareness

leap

from the cliff

dream

in endless waves

scatter

your seeds

give

birth to new ways

Cut open

a gaping wound

cross sectioned for examination

imperfect circles of a lifetime

jumped in both feet

now stone

cold

cannot grow in unearthly soil

the twisted knot

of my gut

Gone are the graceful branches

once dancing in breezes

swift, bitter winters

unforgiving

twiggy branches withering

A hole, my heart once

of flowing honey

now stillness

only winter

ice

There was a road

it was an old highway they traveled through

time was neither given nor taken

fields abandoned, better left fallow

wheat stalks, left some here and there

became brown dirt deserts

that was before the rain

There was a road

it was newly paved, I traveled through

everyone hurried, how lifetimes flew

Fields heavily poisoned, sprayed to kill bugs

killed many, left some here and there

perfect tomato chemical crops

that was after the corporate gain

Your eyes are blue water

subterranean caves, swimming

you are the sun moving across summer fields

daisies always dancing toward your feet

an uprooted child, replanted

you flourish in earth and sky

dirt black hands in loamy soils

deeply rooted from the core

your salty, sweet red apple lips

are orchard fruits and fields to kiss

your arms hold worlds of weight

they are fragrant flowers, embracing grace

gentle as wings touching still waters

you are rainfall, washing

true as water

Translucent petals

go flying silently past

floating down to

softest petaled grass

If only I were a newborn flower

gliding on such wings

I’d flit and fly in bluest skies

some gentle breezy hour

Then on a silken velvety bed

I’d rest my

fallen

flowery head

rustic rain

brown-yellow hills

crows circle a carrion kill

I’ve come for resurrection to bleed against the sky

thirst of deserts longing, cool water washings

bones, abandoned skulls – sun bleached white

prayer offerings for an earthy altar

here where death is hallowed