she swapped ends
180 degrees to the right
before she felt the reins
mule deer in the brush!
one ear forward, one ear back,
like me
then on to the
turning point:
calmer
hoping against hope
that there really is
a soul keeper
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Pausing by the cedar stump
tracks came to here:
stopped.
looking back,
it was a crooked path
and snow is melting them,
distortions along the way.
the burned out cedar stump,
hollow now in age,
ancient even then,
sheltered much
in the days
and nights
spent in its safe womb,
(a child's innocent retreat)
but, revisiting,
the old entrance is too small
to allow passage now.
what follows this failing trail?
ahead is westering sun.
if I wait too long
the trail will be as dim
as future's twilight:
present and past,
in diminished sight,
melt poorly
into the arrival of the night.
stopped.
looking back,
it was a crooked path
and snow is melting them,
distortions along the way.
the burned out cedar stump,
hollow now in age,
ancient even then,
sheltered much
in the days
and nights
spent in its safe womb,
(a child's innocent retreat)
but, revisiting,
the old entrance is too small
to allow passage now.
what follows this failing trail?
ahead is westering sun.
if I wait too long
the trail will be as dim
as future's twilight:
present and past,
in diminished sight,
melt poorly
into the arrival of the night.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Greta
She was crazy wild,
running
even on hind feet
faster than me,
always testing the wind.
She was crazy wild,
laying
on the passenger seat
in the old truck
on the arm of this old man
sly kisses on my ear
She was crazy wild,
just wanted to be near
but ran...
running,
to the end of her chains
to the end of her innate
boundaries
circles
and back ,
back to check her center...
diameters,
as if at the length of invisible restraint,
She was crazy wild,
love incarnate
loyally blind
ignorant of
affirming any consequent,
brief love
in the scheme of things
she was,
friend.
running
even on hind feet
faster than me,
always testing the wind.
She was crazy wild,
laying
on the passenger seat
in the old truck
on the arm of this old man
sly kisses on my ear
She was crazy wild,
just wanted to be near
but ran...
running,
to the end of her chains
to the end of her innate
boundaries
circles
and back ,
back to check her center...
diameters,
as if at the length of invisible restraint,
She was crazy wild,
love incarnate
loyally blind
ignorant of
affirming any consequent,
brief love
in the scheme of things
she was,
friend.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Borogoves and Momeraiths
"all mimsy were the borogoves and the momeraiths outgrabe"
the beautiful Tennessee Waltz
was darling its way
o're the cherry groves
when along came Bob
running
and stole my life
into 'Nam and other places
and the flag was downside up
and all could hear
seagulls cry
over oily oysters
revolution
so that pearls ashore
when we get there
would be white
and saints could
march blackly in
(darkly speaking)
it's ok
it's alright
all right
so,
when borogoves get all mimsy
why would we care?
we wouldn't dare
the momeraiths
would outgrabe
taking us away
anyway,
any way,
the redbird's off her nest
and her eggs arot
won't give a damn alot
(we'll waltz away home)
the beautiful Tennessee Waltz
was darling its way
o're the cherry groves
when along came Bob
running
and stole my life
into 'Nam and other places
and the flag was downside up
and all could hear
seagulls cry
over oily oysters
revolution
so that pearls ashore
when we get there
would be white
and saints could
march blackly in
(darkly speaking)
it's ok
it's alright
all right
so,
when borogoves get all mimsy
why would we care?
we wouldn't dare
the momeraiths
would outgrabe
taking us away
anyway,
any way,
the redbird's off her nest
and her eggs arot
won't give a damn alot
(we'll waltz away home)
Choice
man from the mountain
demounts
broken commandments
defiance,
rage against chains,
seeking not freedom
but liberty
(even the eagle's wings
are subject to the laws of flight)
soar after freedom!
(are the angel's wings
subject to the laws of flight?)
choosing falling,
why do we want wings
to soften the landing?
demounts
broken commandments
defiance,
rage against chains,
seeking not freedom
but liberty
(even the eagle's wings
are subject to the laws of flight)
soar after freedom!
(are the angel's wings
subject to the laws of flight?)
choosing falling,
why do we want wings
to soften the landing?
Journey
helmet laying near a stump:
two signs of harvest.
they say that Ulyses himself
may have passed here
a cavalry crush
in the civil conflict
the crush of my feet
and the disturbance of my breath,
the sound of my words
all passed
the helmet,
the stump,
and...
two signs of harvest.
they say that Ulyses himself
may have passed here
a cavalry crush
in the civil conflict
the crush of my feet
and the disturbance of my breath,
the sound of my words
all passed
the helmet,
the stump,
and...
Yellowstone Love
slowly comes the wind
across steaming waters
swirling spirits soaring
sulphur rich silence
blending love and pleasure
time stops
and the intensity of the sun
fills the basin of our hearts
where we dance in the shadows of our souls
suspended waiting
love waiting like a weight
like the weight of the lake
on its bed
like the weight of the bubbling
of our own murky depths
the purple night of our souls
sealed
healed
by breath of your breath
and sigh of your sigh
across steaming waters
swirling spirits soaring
sulphur rich silence
blending love and pleasure
time stops
and the intensity of the sun
fills the basin of our hearts
where we dance in the shadows of our souls
suspended waiting
love waiting like a weight
like the weight of the lake
on its bed
like the weight of the bubbling
of our own murky depths
the purple night of our souls
sealed
healed
by breath of your breath
and sigh of your sigh
Monday, March 29, 2010
Dad
I see your
silhouette on the ridge
like a shadow in reverse....
my heart sinks with the sun
old man-leaning back
as if to remain
in yesterday
while the present portends
the inevitable,
longing
for missed opportunities
overwhelms the spirit
and my soul cries out to meet you
before the coming of the night.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Old
"old" requires looking back,
it is expected by some, and,
as the future narrows
to a thin perspective,
loving opens the heart...
like the view from a valley floor,
change evolves from the top
of a ridge
and the cleft of your breasts
is comfort
in a valley of shadows
it is expected by some, and,
as the future narrows
to a thin perspective,
loving opens the heart...
like the view from a valley floor,
change evolves from the top
of a ridge
and the cleft of your breasts
is comfort
in a valley of shadows
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