Tag: poetry

Let’s Walk

let's walk down Franklin Avenue hand in hand and we won't part for anyone not the man who might be drunk not the old lady in a burka...

little sisters of the poor

a small gift is easier to accept for this you can hold in one hand. anything larger should have celestial dimensions; the moon, the path back to paradise,...

love in a time of poverty

I have known love by another name, turned to song, battered and reluctant, surfacing for air in just a few words. distracted by memories of another life. I...

Look, Listen

Look, though you know by now that I have, body and soul, been broken again and again and again, I am all right. It says so. Right here. It's a surprise, having seen what I have seen, that...

Nepenthe

A child is abused And the groundwork is laid For a debit of love that can never be paid The body matures But the heart and the mind Of...

bird watching in the city

there is only what you bring with you when you go. feathers rustle brightly room to room. raising up the dust to catch stray reflections of passive light. the...

Vox Populi

A pencil scratches this paper with periods and dashes. But a dash and a period so short and sudden, their charcoal soul can hardly...

Tallness

I wrapped my palm around the bamboo reed, pushed it And it swayed: reluctantly, gracefully slow motion delay. I shook the reed as hard as I could And...

unsubstantiated rumours

I want an unusual completeness, completely, if I should find myself walking before angels. I don't want to be found outside of prayer. I want to be...

Mid-Morning Daydreams

The warmth of your energy softens the rough edges of mine, An energy worn out by many of life's struggles. From everyday little events to a...

Perception

Be kind, the war has ended. This world of sound and light; this double mirrored life, this biased reality wouldn't be without us. Step outside your perception, surf the copper...

Easily

The lightness of A dried petal Alights Upon the stream. Its shape Like a bird's wing Contoured Able to hold the wind Which set it upon The stream For a time. And in that swimming, The...

The Unmasking: Revealing the True Divine Feminine

The Moon Rises Draped with her silvery shawl In what seems an instant She drops the icy garment To reveal the adamantine Sun For she is truly both Moon and...

Rain Is Not A Weeping–1444

Rain is not a weeping Nor is leaf to ground a sadness, It is simple sharing To fill joy and fruiting And rebirth Into the next As day into dusk Night...

Flowers

when we’re old I’ll grow flowers I said   no she said I’ll do it I’m better at it than you

Woman Traveling to Tibet

With you there's an ancient familiar silence where words need not exist to join hearts and minds. My soul remembers you now and...

Connections

A demon won a battle within me that I didn't know about. Tell me what it was like to die. After all the complex connections and...