Category: Miscellaneous
jasmine moon, a paradelle
When the moon is full and dark, when the moon is full and dark, will you find me drifting, slowly dancing? will you find me drifting, slowly dancing? Slowly dancing, when drifting, find me the full and dark moon. No spell can bring this…
Pagans (poem 5)
All children are born pagans: cathedrals concealed within rhododendron, whispered rites, copper wine from bare faucets fresh-cut lawns like lost gardens drawing water from wells drilled deep into ancient hills, filtered through sieves of rock deep as memory, roadside where the family dog was raptured,…
What should the world, do on a day like this?
What should the world, do on a day like this? On a day full of sunshine, laughter and,.. joy for all of us to celebrate today we relax and forget about tomorrow What should the world, do on a day like this? When the…
time
four and one half minutes to write, two minute edit Time is on my mind When will it run out? I hear the click of the timer I watch the dial move back When time is up it will ding Will there be…
Turtle Reveals
the turtle pecks at her new grown shell. a reptile does what she needs to do to grow, retracts her head, cracks the small encasement, reveals her legs and walks onto the sand to find her way along the beach. the turtle ensures her destiny,…
Hour One- Elements of Me
The fire of grit in my pulsating veins, the winds of passion with their ebbs and tide, the calmness of pure serenely flowing breath of river, All unite in me to a creation of the earth from the dust, into the birth Naming me, welcoming…
Remember when . Poem 5
Remember When: Remember when we moved into the little house on the corner of the street, Where people would walk by and some we would get to meet, When smiling and laughing happened more than anger and crying, When people seemed more honest and not…
Nowy Dwor Gdanski Once Known as Tiegenhof
The scythed grass in the field has dried and an old woman now rakes it into piles. She smiles and calls, Gruess Gott, greet God, as I pass. I stop to catch my breath beneath an ancient linden tree its split trunk held together with…
The Brown House
It’s not a children’s book title, even though that’s what it sounds like. But it was where I lived as a kid. At least, some of the time. When other people are asked about their childhood or family home, Most have story after story to…