Poetry Collection One 2019
MY HEART HAS GROWN
Her soul forever with me, I feel her in my heart
Physically no longer present, love and spirit never apart
She sees and hears and knows, what I think and what I feel,
Sometimes I recognize the signs, sometimes not sure they’re real
Her soul now lives as part of mine, her voice a harmony tight and neat,
Our resonance thus combined, makes my melody more complete
Notes and words and rhythms, not possible to do alone,
Torn through the ache of loss and grief, I know my heart has grown
ELUSIVE DREAMS
Dream’s wide-eyed hoot owl
Grasp, it alights, conscious howls
Empty hand cries foul
Lies yon mystery
Roiling waves unconsciously
Ride the dream in me
Mysteries to find
Double helix on my mind
Visions twist and wind
Beta to them all
“Alpha, delta, theta,” calls
“Prepare for the fall”
Echoes in the caves
Canyons’ synapses sound waves
Breathe, rest, trust, catch, save
Drifting cloud a spy
Floats lazily in blue sky
Through to my mind’s eye
HAZE (Just Beyond My Vision)
dreams linger still, straining to fly,
threatening to dissolve,
fog vanishing as I try,
grasping vapor’s mist, droplets inside my closing fist,
desperate to hold images my consciousness can’t quite untwist,
fleeting mysteries glimpsed and groped,
symbols my unconscious gently hoped,
leaving crumbs, found clues, deep longings, forgotten dormant stacks of delicate dishes,
leaving me detective, to uncover buried hopes preserved, antiquities’ priceless wishes
NO SILENT SIGH
Silence in the woods no silent sigh
Not my and no human cry
Still I, am many voices shared
Wren chatters, Robin chuckles
Leaves under squirrels’ feet crumble
Silence in the woods, no silent sigh Wizened trees hum in ancient tongues a secret language without voice is sung through their feet they speak old weathered truths a switchboard party line of underground roots
Silence in the woods no silent sigh
Wind whistles through limbs bared
Sun warms all that soak it there
Rocks collecting shimmering waves of heat
Twigs sing songs under my feet
Silence in the woods no silent sigh
Mother’s discordant arrhythmic rise and fall
Needs no salubrious hail or call
Mother’s un-silent symphonic creation
Open invitation, open for all
Thought Borne
from the pen a river flowed
synaptic sparks on meninges sowed
where images’ electricity flew
from brain to finger to pen that drew
Sunset Spoke
G’night sun dipping low
Below horizon’s pillow
Shy dusk blushing pink
Distance
One hand touching hand
Palm to Palm Across great space
Speaking without words
Answer me
Distance cries the heart
Loneliness calls for comfort
Questions hold answers
OH, MY HIBISCUS
Oh, my hibiscus
I won’t hold on too tightly
For I must let go
Your flower smiles life Yours is fleeting, a lesson To smile as you do
Rejoice this moment
No matter what next transpires
Council in wise love
With age of wisdom
Dissolves adolescent ache
Richer be my heart
Still there is a tear
Reluctant with permission
Gracefully released
SOAR (An eagle’s release from sanctuary after rehabilitation)
Wing spread have I found,
I take your breath with me, helping me rise from the ground,
I demonstrate my draft and lift,
Strength,
Given me for my gift.
If I could speak words ere I rise high above, You’d hear me sing of all your love,
Listen, listen my forlorn solitary cries,
Ascending lofty heights, sweet infinite skies,
Thunderous shapes slicing through
Across canvas’ Navajo blue,
Wing to wing with angels touch,
Painting clouds with our feathered brush,
You cared for me like one of your own,
Your heart soars and breaks,
I feel you smile then moan,
My freedom with a loss that aches,
Know now shared spirit within you and me,
Sacred gift, miracle of Great One’s mystery.
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