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Poems

Endings

Eyes burn

gritty paper, sand

tears pool

a room puddles

buckets, oceans pour over

dousing flickering flames

drowning

some letting go

dying

others left

wading

Hood Canal 2

I couldn’t see, but water

reflecting, it danced from stars of sun

Black cormorant dove under stars and pearls of sea

silvery fished his netted beak

A small boat left untied to float, I rowed

weaving cat tail reeds, long through water weeds

Paddles cut my diamond day – sparkling

jewel of soul swayed, prayed to dive me deeper

Sandy shores mollusk strewn

rippled shells covered shimmering blue

Oysters bubbled shallows breathing

seagull smiled watchful scheming

Beach fire to warm the night

and rock the dusky sun to sleep

the coming moon between trees

dark night, the stars to weep

Maple in winter

Soft

green blanket

stair step moss

climbing to stars

raindrops rolling

falling from

blackened branches

wintery maple

Offerings

Cool grass

wet rain soaked

fallen leaves bled

dead, decayed

ghostly offerings

wet bark, moss and bones

damp, gray and gone

birth of blue light sun lives one

burning into tomorrow

when yesterday becomes

the past, the dust

of us

Self Portrait

Words, images, little things that would not let me be

pulled, tugging for awhile

I felt them, knew them too,

spoke of deeper knowing,

stringed music playing violins

words, colors flooded in

The paper, the paint

a page, no thought in mind,

crooked smile unrefined,

thick the brush strokes ever bold

eyes, pooled mirrors of soul –

I dared to look

within

The hollows

Curved, shadows, bones the hollows

hips, skulls, rust red hills

hawk bleeds to kill

desert ghosts roam

echoes calling

no one

home

These sheltered words

If these words be thy home

salvation for my soul to dwell in

let them be of love

no beginning

no end

Veiled Moon

The snow it did not fall

only frost, thick as walls

creaking floors, a long hall

leading upward

where stars whispered

calling to the moon

from behind curtains,

branches and clouds

Winged ones

With sudden fury, madness rang through the air

just then a flock of glorious birds

so free in bluest skies, flew by

and we away with them

Now gone from sight

our earthly bodies,

become winged spirits

angels taking flight

Winter field

White the summer fields now covered in snow

lone fence, disappears long beyond the gray

tiny birds perch, soon gone the light of day

whipping winds gather, snowdrifts to lay

forest footsteps distant

this world so scarce a sound

hills and sky listen

snow falling to the

ground

Abiquiu home

Hills, brown rustic reds

skies pile colored layers on

Rattlesnake vertebrae bones

scent of creosote

high desert home

Lover, painter

wild poppies – orange paper

petals, sepal magnification

watercolor, oil painted

gradations

Abiquiu home,

desert ghosts, coyotes

wildflower gardens grown

to pick, to paint perfection

a flower

alone

Desert

There was an ancient gully

there were skeletons,

ocotillos strewn across the sand

holy places creatures crawled out from

cactus brittle, drying, lying dead

Mirages leapt – spectrally

ghost dancers, drunkards falling down again

bloodshot eyes searching,

shipwrecks, lost waters, the sea

cool river floating past the trees, you drift

crash and wake alone

cow skulls haunt you

death’s sun bleached

bones

Forest bed

Moss, softly green as grass

some bare feet to pass

red fox and deer to tread

mossy stepped, quietly the forest led

soon to rest golden heads

bright leaves

falling sleepily

to bed

Gray woods

Gray woods, morning mist

hangs upon the trees, leaves decay, sway

falling to the ground

quiet this world, but for the sound of rain

washing wet the berry vines, droplets

falling to the ground

tiny sparrow flits among sheltered branches

a nest to repair, twine and twigs, little sticks

falling to the ground

Illumination

Yesterday

music encircled your soul,

laughter rang, so beautiful

Brilliant bells, colors, mountain meadows

An open book, you fell

in love with everything

Green hills, trees you climbed

above the seas

Stark

vast beauty of you, with worlds long hidden inside

fenced in places, cracks to be filled

your shinning brilliance killed

becoming so invisible

Illuminated

a flower, translucent you bloom

centered, calm within the petal storm

rainwater washing

clean the core

a place, no locks

your heart

an open door

Retreat

This morning rain

autumn – cool rain falling into afternoon

hills, layers, fog nestled in

Clouds, mists become one

so far off, never a thought

the sun

Logs, wooded hills, we climbed

to view, our souls, some moments

in panorama we find

we touch our truths

divine

Roses withered

Water trickling, grooved patterns of bark

darkening drinking up

Bright yellow creeping

maple leaves losing green

fallen or hanging on

A wind gust

little rush of swirls

tiny leaves come to rest –

wakes the nightjar

from her evening nest

Wet wings, flickers fly

stellar jay looks on,

Roses withered, ages gone

petals on the

ground

Touch clouds

Love lost

such cost drowning in seas

Waves flooding, some wading

tides to recede

Wash over

troubles, waters run free

to float, touch clouds

we hope

Smooth sailing, dead calm

we’ll drift, waves lift

to carry us

home

Birds embroidered flew

Pillow, soft nest of dreams, she sleeps

wings – birds embroidered flew

across lakes – blue water drops,

swell of seas break – calling

swans home, willowy winds sigh

whispers, feathers fly

windows of light, branches delight her walls

dancing before

the fiery fall

Give me a Sign

In relation

to stars, planets – the earth

please share here the date of your birth

You needn’t put the year,

unless of course you dare

Now if you don’t mind

please post your

astrological

sign

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