Sunday, February 21, 2021


 
THE THINKER


Pensive, pondering
He wonders
In wordless thoughts:
Serenity, happiness, fulfillment,
(all their antonyms too).
In the vacuum of his mind
Nebulous questions also lurk:
I think... I am?
I am... I think?




A psuedo-philosophic entry for Poets and Storytellers United.

Monday, January 4, 2021

 

IF I COULD TALK TO THE ANIMALS

 I wouldn't say too much
It's too hard to phrase apologies
About all they've undergone.
Words of my love for them
May sound like an empty gong.
We have abused them for so long.
Instead, I choose to listen to their songs
Of protest, sadness, gladness
About being on this earth
Where we all belong.


This week Sherri at Earthweel challenges us to "speak for animals" as we consider their gifts to us, as well as the challenges they face, too often due to our disregard and disrespect for them.  

I love animals and wish I could do more to preserve them and save them from abuses. In the hope that somehow my intentions matter, that what I do symbolically translates through the ethers into tangible help for them, I write little poems to them as I attempt to capture their images through my sketches and photos

These are some samples of my entries:












Sunday, November 22, 2020

 








A QUAIL MEDITATION

 

Most evenings as the sun descends

The sky becomes a flame

As if trying to wave goodbye to the day

I always feel a tinge of sadness

As I witness the passing of time

When night gradually suffuses the light –

A tiny death preparing me for inevitable endings

 

Most evenings before the sun descends

I watch a parade of noisy quail march behind my house

Their pretty colors barely visible in greyness of earth

They seek their simple goal of slumber in safe shelter

Unaware of their beauty, or the gift they bestow

On the watcher who forgets about death or sorrow

Or the greyness that envelopes earth

Time becomes that moment when the quail seek to sleep

While the watcher awakens





For Poetsandstorytellers.blogspot.com.

Monday, October 26, 2020

YOU WANT IT DARKER?

 



Her nightmare was surreal
As most nightmares are
A message from a dimmed reality
Intensified by terror

"You want it darker?"
Something asked 
As she saw forests devoured
By hellish flames
The spirits of animals, trees,
Homes (yes they have souls), humans
Evaporate into darkness

"You want it darker?"
Charcoal painted fields
Covered the dead earth
As the fumes of putrid scum
Rose from oceans
Fusing with thick grey air
Beneath a blackening sky

"You want it darker?
She witnessed monstrous hate
By humans inhumanely killing
Irrationally rationalizing wealth
As natural evidence for 
The "fittest" of the species' survival

"You want it darker?
"NOOOO!!!" she screamed awake
Fearing the truth of dreams
She realized
Darkness can engulf darkness
It  CAN get darker


("You Want It Darker" respectfully borrowed from the title of a song by Leonard Cohen.)

Wtitten for Earthwheel where Brendan provides many writing challenges revolving around Halloween and All Souls Day.  

Thursday, September 24, 2020

AGAIN






Never again, they said
As if never is a place 
In time's non-existence
So that by mere exclamation
We can rest
Assured 
That lessons learned
Are eternal

But time is an incompetent teacher
Unable to engrave marks on its own story
Instead like a child who enjoys the same book
over and over
Time repeats
Stories of disasters in a world deranged
Like the story of now

Again
Some are convinced that subjugation
Is necessary for their own elevation
While we, (the sane?) protest
Because we're convinced
This time we change 
Humanity can rearrange 
Time's never ending story
To be repeated time and time again
 

 


( For Dverse poets where Grace asks us to write a protest poem.)

Friday, September 18, 2020

MY BIOGRAPHICAL LOVE STORY



I grew up in an inner city jungle 
Where poverty's wilderness was muddy thick
Hard to run through without getting stuck 
Or see light beyond its grey shady canopy 
I flew out through a narrow concrete crack
Discovered that nature is wildly alive 
Like you
Like me
Each other's reflection
Conglomeration of
Order - chaos
Growth - destruction
Reason - insanity
Love - hate
Life - death
I saw myself become
Green then a rainbow
Naturally fused
I am nature
Nature is me
Our bond 
Superbly strong
Like a weed





For Earthwheel.


Friday, July 31, 2020


Off a hiking trail, in the mountains near Taos, New Mexico.
My favorite place in the world.







               A BLESSING

Every time I call my 91 year old aunt
I ask for the blessing
"May God bless you, take care of you"
Tradition requires these words
Younger person requests
Elder gives rote response
Ritual of my culture
A simple repetition
Stemming from a sacred mystery
Of love entwined in the intangible

For a more solemn intentional blessing
I visit my hidden nature chapel
Away from the myriad of obligations
Imposed by this "civilized" world
I sit on a fallen tree
Amidst its leaves of fertile green
Listening to an inner hush
Created by the stream's rush
Down the mountain of serenity
Delving into vacuous silence
Absorbing its graceful giving
Expanding my awareness of all
That is living

I visit this place to seek
Blessings given freely
By this world's lush grandiosity
This small space to me -
A symbol
Of nature's grand cathedral
Available without ritual or pomposity
To all who seek
To find peace within chaos
Love without promises
Blessings without words


I didn't make it to respond to Brian's prompt on Monday.  But I did want to write about my special place.

For Earthwheel.