Category: Poems
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Transformational
GRAND CENTRAL LIFE I see now, it’s become a spiral stair. That was wide open once, everyone together Rushing up to meet the golden world. Aglow with their eagerness. Yet one by one They moved by me, They moved around me As I wandered off to a side. I wanted to stand still & watch […]
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When Totems Collide
WHEN TOTEMS COLLIDE – 1/29/22 Calendars are fetishes We wear them for the same reasons Totems are grounding Stabilizing Organizing Isn’t that the definition of calendars? Now you wear time on your wrist How could anything else work? We hid our power in the creases – Power now inked upon the skin “Wearing your heart […]
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Sanctuary
If churches had no doors would the gods come out among the people? curious to see how that other half lives having heard so many bizarre tales. Each of us would know them differently disbelief never stopped a god… would the people discover churches their lean acoustics the affinity for sound, the hard benches bouncing […]
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Poems In A Jar
Dedicated to my sister, Teri, who died on her 80th birthday last January – R.I.P. THIS LITTLE BAG OF SINS Keeps me from heaven You see, it will not cross the sill My feet are sore from walking My fingers clenched with Will I’ve left it by the roadside Several times, many miles But […]
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ALL NIGHT WAITING FOR FOOD
ALL NIGHT WAITING FOR FOOD What does she think? This bob-tail cat, acolyte of the supper dish Folded upon her paws Eyes slitted, hunched on frozen ground. Hunger has infinite patience.
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Tabula Rasa to Rosetta Stone
TABULA RASA to ROSETTA STONE My heart is a water-walker Knowing fire comes before air or earth Without knowing how it knows. All runes writ on inner walls. I still believe clichés too well. Worn truths for campfire nights. So much disappears when ravens must be masked Rumor has no brakes, careening. We live history […]
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Calendar Times
My friend gave me Seven Calendars Added to the four from her last month, Gives me 12 years to live – a life a month Both a cram & a vivid adventure January sees me as The Beginner A six energy after the tests of the five, Building the stability of four February will see […]
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NONET
MINE IS YOURS, OR IS IT? Poets are thieves Making off with the best words. Hoarding them for careful distribution. You cannot tell a poet much Has not already crossed their mind. Quarters in a piggybank Turning into silver dollars Coming out of the belly – Runes & reads & roads Everyone counting every one. […]
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Your One Wild Life
Poet Mary Oliver asks, “What will you do with your one wild life?” So I came to thinking about how un-wild my life had become As it lived, how it loved, why it closed doors so quietly sometimes the people being closed out did not even know. I came to no life-altering conclusions save […]
Riding the Light 