Tuesday, June 21, 2016

strawberry moon

what is it that arises when you look around
to find yourself
discover yourself
.... in a meadow of emptiness
too busy watching your footsteps to notice the lack
too busy watching
listening
waiting
attending
too tied in knots to discover the void
suddenly
there you are ,,,,
nothing pressing pressing in on
nothing pressing out
suspended jubilant molecules
pressing
down down to earth's fire
where is the water?
where is the moon?
where is love's surrender?
what is it that arises when you look around?
emptiness
vast blue-sky emptiness

advance
embrace
call it your name
grasp it
unfurl it
dissolve to it
become it
become emptiness
become vast
             and blue

allow it to unveil
unravel
stripped and tender
you are fire
you are water
you are surrender

you are the strawberry moon 
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Monday, June 20, 2016

soul-kind


what once was
alludes & binds
a heavy cape of velvet blurs royal lines
oh . . . what became of nebraska-blue?
veiled in poppies of aubergine new
golden sure
wild strawberry bright
origami sparrow flying white
oh .....
be careful and wise as wishes do come true :
folded
and
tucked 
along 
sorrows rue
kaleidoscope seasons 
turn and go ... turn and go
as the dreamscape of want simmers
then slows ..
invisible we become
beige'd to beige
wallflower silent / Einstein's sage
touch yourself
first there!  .... then
                open the vein
and
wake the lost!
ghosts of euphoria tinder the frost
cloaked and hidden .... I walk thru walls
sweeping up the storylines
our story .... my story .....
inked between nights
of
golden fields bloom & the legend of light
the cut becomes sharpest at the cold snap of morning
while bent
and
mending
the singed edges of
my
velvet weighted warming
intent thickens the bones
in the heart of the clear
forgiveness fills the corners
as
moon-shadows drip near
to waken ....
to walk ....
to be seen through the briar
to lie with the dragons of crystal blue fire
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Friday, June 17, 2016

vittorio

beautiful boys
tempered by sun and sorrow's fill
unleashed love to border's will
what cost
what sacrifice to bear
summer comes to mark the dare
warriors step across the checkered line
shoulder-to-shoulder allies soon define
what rises
what now will be the toll
of this dark age gloaming
this wound that grays our soul
beautiful boys
to your light we seek
to your grace we speak
love's strong redemption
we cry -- hold up! hold up!
how grief transforms to fill earth's golden cup
beautiful boys ...
love victorious


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Thursday, June 16, 2016

lying in the shadows of morning










in spite of, or enhanced by the contours of your bones upon my fingertips
I feel things in the morning with this electric sensualness . . .
slow-like-prayer
I remove sheets from my bed, cotton-cool as i slide my hand inside
quilted cotton batting - frayed smoothness, memories of line-drying & my mother's hands
methodically moving thru the routine steps of a new day . .
sunshine fights it's way into this house shadowed by corners, walls & colored glass
methodically moving from room to room, making things right.
lining 'em up, dusting them off, finding their place . .
lining 'em up, dusting them off, finding their place
arranging a vase of wild thistle . .
careful of thorns
finding just the right light . .
it is quiet
laundry tumbles
sun shines
the dog demands sparkle-time
(he likes to chase luminosity made by the reflection of bright-shiny-thing)
so I give him some time
       realizing
I need music & coffee to pull me out of this feeling of wonderland.
this quiet slightly-shadowed place ;
fix you pops up, coffee hot enough . .
moving
examining my space
examining my life
singing along
tumbling along
laundry folded, plants watered, porch swept, poop bagged, baby lettuce encouraged, chamomile fondled with these wonderland hands
moving
finding my life
finding a place . .
and returning to the sheets and their relenting stark coolness
touch
breathe
feel and move through this day
noticing the shine ....
feeling the cool cotton weight of another day
chasing the luminosity


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Tuesday, June 14, 2016

hide and seek

Larkspur blue clementine sky
cotton crimson ache to sorrow's sigh
respite, repair wounded love's flight
to tie, to bind, to await the coming night

sing to me of linen loose--raw
a song unleashed upon prairie's devils claw
summer heat bears down to corn and furrowed row
the tune smokes rings of river's solitary willow

raise ye up upon shoulders brown with rain
raise up the land, raise up the voices tame
fight the dirge,  the weariness left to bind
come the night and sleep is what we find

what we seek becomes not the treasure found
where we place our hearts ties fast and sound
to bone, to marrow this land cries out for one
the moon holds us captive there beyond the sun


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Thursday, June 9, 2016

hanging clothes in 1962

if i could for one brief moment
be
that small girls-child
     i
        once
                  was
pinafores and penny-perfect

perched

beneath my mother
as she hung
the wet clothes upon the line

bend, pluck, lift, pin
bend, pluck, lift, pin
bend, pluck, lift, pin

one after another upon the line
an afternoon
Nebraska June

it is hot and the breeze blows
hot
hot
upon the line

fresh cut grass and Tide mingle in air alive with summer

bend, pluck, lift, pin

all purpose and poetry
in that moment t
hat stolen-back-from-time moment

i would find love leaning full
into
possibilities vast blue sky

there upon the line

bend, pluck, lift, pin 
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Tuesday, May 31, 2016

10:59

the hollow rumble of emptiness
stillness gloaming under a Saturn moon
clear and vibrant the night
tumbled amongst memories shine
wonderland weary triumphant
we soar, we sleep
we swim in vast waters meant for
yellow and forgiveness

where does the bumblebee lay her head come the dark?
how softly do you sleep without me?
how beautiful is blue?

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