I have played on the magnificent shore
too long.
With my child's feet, small
against the waves
lightly imprinted on the sandy beach.
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Growing heavier
with each sunset,
each sunrise,
burning and soothing in equal measure.
Some days captivated entirely,
unmoving
unafraid
wishful
and alone.
Some nights intoxicated by the stars,
invisible in the night,
silent witness to the gentle, lapping water
annihilated by the raging storms.
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Today,
at this water's edge
I stand.
With adult feet,
sunk deep into the rough earthiness,
calves splashed by the wetness of the sea,
with each step I take,
I touch,
and they touch me.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Fire Burns Through
When the fire burns
the Great Oak Tree,
the Rowan,
or the Yellowwood,
When it burns through-
insiduous at first, scattering small animals
with its smoke,
When it burns through-
a tired, old earth-stalker
settling at the base of the great tree,
When it burns through-
hades-fingers tearing,
tearing through the skin and sinews into the fat flesh
When it burns through-
that tall trunk,
scaling the broad beams like a cat burglar on heat
When it burns through-
the shining sundrop-soaked leaves,
steaming and shriveling into ash
When it burns through-
to the skyward shafts,
splitting their silver selves
When it burns through
and the stationary, ageless beast
crumples,
spiralling finally down, down
into the dirt
When it burns through-
till even the fire dies,
the roots remain,
entombed
in the ancient earth
the Great Oak Tree,
the Rowan,
or the Yellowwood,
When it burns through-
insiduous at first, scattering small animals
with its smoke,
When it burns through-
a tired, old earth-stalker
settling at the base of the great tree,
When it burns through-
hades-fingers tearing,
tearing through the skin and sinews into the fat flesh
When it burns through-
that tall trunk,
scaling the broad beams like a cat burglar on heat
When it burns through-
the shining sundrop-soaked leaves,
steaming and shriveling into ash
When it burns through-
to the skyward shafts,
splitting their silver selves
When it burns through
and the stationary, ageless beast
crumples,
spiralling finally down, down
into the dirt
When it burns through-
till even the fire dies,
the roots remain,
entombed
in the ancient earth
Monday, July 4, 2011
Entangled
What is this madness that holds me
hovering
over your open flame?
My wings beat, my heart flutters.
Why do I burn so to die in your fire?
And fall,
as ash,
to the ground.
What is this shadow that stalks me
under moon and star and sun light?
Though my path lies definite over the winter land,
yet will I steal into that dark temple
to place my heart
on your unholy altar.
I am the little bird
beating its bruised and desperate body
against the glass window of your being
again and again.
hovering
over your open flame?
My wings beat, my heart flutters.
Why do I burn so to die in your fire?
And fall,
as ash,
to the ground.
What is this shadow that stalks me
under moon and star and sun light?
Though my path lies definite over the winter land,
yet will I steal into that dark temple
to place my heart
on your unholy altar.
I am the little bird
beating its bruised and desperate body
against the glass window of your being
again and again.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
wintering
One inhale of the past
One exhale of the future
And only this shimmering in between to
play on.
Like an icy lake,
our breath misting our faces,
and our feet
shod with skates.
One exhale of the future
And only this shimmering in between to
play on.
Like an icy lake,
our breath misting our faces,
and our feet
shod with skates.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
bonfire of his vanity
I take back my love: you never had my all- you left at dawn.
I take back each gesture, each rhythm we found,
Each caress that said "You may know me..."
When you looked into my eyes
you only saw yourself;
that opening was the shallows of my being
and with this wave of words
I spit you from my shore.
I take back each time I hesitated to speak my truth
not wanting to shatter your facade.
Shatter,
and be done.
I take back my mind,my deepest thoughts.
Burn your pages from this book.
Leach your ink off my silken skin.
Let the void swallow all the unspoken, unfilled, un-found
breathed from our bodies in moonlight and madness,
Your trifles lie entombed in glass, and beads bound.
Welcome Time, my Knight and Mage,
sweep through this door
and have your way with me.
Lick longingly
the warmth of summer from this earth,
and breathe
your chilled wisdom
through this tree.
Leaves time-lapse their strip tease off my limbs, and land.
Frozen memories
spiral through the streams,
and shape the vast spaces of those moments into nothing.
Come autumn, let us make love across this raging fire,
ferment the watery brine,
and make wine
drunk with promise, and pain's pleasure.
Wrap me up in your earthy swathes of freedom and new love,
let us hibernate this dreary dream
into the season of joy.
I take back each gesture, each rhythm we found,
Each caress that said "You may know me..."
When you looked into my eyes
you only saw yourself;
that opening was the shallows of my being
and with this wave of words
I spit you from my shore.
I take back each time I hesitated to speak my truth
not wanting to shatter your facade.
Shatter,
and be done.
I take back my mind,my deepest thoughts.
Burn your pages from this book.
Leach your ink off my silken skin.
Let the void swallow all the unspoken, unfilled, un-found
breathed from our bodies in moonlight and madness,
Your trifles lie entombed in glass, and beads bound.
Welcome Time, my Knight and Mage,
sweep through this door
and have your way with me.
Lick longingly
the warmth of summer from this earth,
and breathe
your chilled wisdom
through this tree.
Leaves time-lapse their strip tease off my limbs, and land.
Frozen memories
spiral through the streams,
and shape the vast spaces of those moments into nothing.
Come autumn, let us make love across this raging fire,
ferment the watery brine,
and make wine
drunk with promise, and pain's pleasure.
Wrap me up in your earthy swathes of freedom and new love,
let us hibernate this dreary dream
into the season of joy.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Inside (April 12th)
Today I wish a cave.Big, dark, warm.
Secret inlet grown over with thick, lush bush.
I wish floor to dome-ceiling shelves embedded tight into high arching walls.
Jammed top to toe by books- fat, bulgy, pregnant tomes and dainty, diminutive volumes-artfully arranged ancient invocations,crystalline cryptograms and secret symbols. Lanterns with loving firefly-glow buzzing gently overhead.
I wish frivolous hanging glints of glass and bead and lush blood-red carpets indulging my warm bare feet.
I wish an antique cat-got-the-cream and brass phone silent as the grave.
I wish a fine bone china tea set, balancing precariously on the shelf above my desk.
I wish a smokeless fire orchestrating the dance of light and shadow over the smooth stone walls and ceiling.
I wish me there, and winter outside, blanketing the world in deep impenetrable snowdrifts.
Secret inlet grown over with thick, lush bush.
I wish floor to dome-ceiling shelves embedded tight into high arching walls.
Jammed top to toe by books- fat, bulgy, pregnant tomes and dainty, diminutive volumes-artfully arranged ancient invocations,crystalline cryptograms and secret symbols. Lanterns with loving firefly-glow buzzing gently overhead.
I wish frivolous hanging glints of glass and bead and lush blood-red carpets indulging my warm bare feet.
I wish an antique cat-got-the-cream and brass phone silent as the grave.
I wish a fine bone china tea set, balancing precariously on the shelf above my desk.
I wish a smokeless fire orchestrating the dance of light and shadow over the smooth stone walls and ceiling.
I wish me there, and winter outside, blanketing the world in deep impenetrable snowdrifts.
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