Tag: poetry

God Poem

If you sit long enough in the dark you can see it, see its texture, press your fingers just in front of your eyes and feel...

Welcome

He needed a place to live Asked if he could stay Having plenty of room I agree. His brothers came The same request. I agree. They needed homes Privacy Could they chop down Just...

I Saw a Man

I saw a man -- old, with cold greased iron and steel Scorched by the direct lick of the sun And I thought to myself  --...

Divine Nature

as our war rages on flowers bloom in the field the river flows effortlessly downstream birds fly south for the winter as our war rages on stones gather moss the...

Not Lost

Constellations swing around and my life, only a short song Spins along. Soon enough I will rotate out of this orbit float from gravity's hold Take my point in...

Plum Solace

Let memories share in what they cannot answer bringing forth what is left to the back of the mind A child gone lone to the grove beneath trees with dense...

Transition

Running in laughter with my inner child along a sloping hillside of lush green lawn. Sensitive to the eagerness within to begin the new...

Aside (Old Eskimo Woman in the Sea)

Dancing residue of star- Hewn light, Veins of a rock Cradling the slow wheels of Breathing leaves in rain. Slave markets, drum chants, the bartering for Pelts and shells does not Reach us...

God’s Eyes In Deep Space

We only call it by this lofty appellation to assuage our sense of being utterly, terminally alone so it seems this utter distance of gas and elements slashed white across deep space accentuated by...

Dreams

She wraps the teapot carefully And places it in a box It was all she had left of the dishes, Now smashed and broken on the stone...

Stargazer

When I wake at the early hour I'm thinking of you I miss the meteor shower The stardust you've powdered The sea mist breeze of love's memories I shine...

Release

I cry for my role in man(un)kind for my narrow, tunneled focus my lack of connection to all that is and is not I cry for all...

Free Me From Myself

My soul wears many faces; but mostly... Hiding the scars and masking dark places. Fighting a battle...the enemy unknown Imprisoned by my past and fear of dying alone. This...

Narrative

Though they are numerous I will grant your wishes I am your angel Though my wings are heavy

Cycles of Influence, cycles of Returning Home

Roger's eyes were expressive, perhaps the only windows to his soul outside of his poetry. Few words spoken, fewer feelings shared. But he made...

Poetry and Awareness

I feel the sunset before I see the first rays over the mountain. I taste the salt before the Lynn Canal's waves splash over...

Trees in a Forest

The red pine forest trees are about 100 feet tall! When I go right under tall trees then look up, I feel like it will...