Our dreams
and the stars
shine down hope
of eternal possibilities
while we sit
on the rim
of this luminous day
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Tag: day
Poem: The Meeting
It appeared
the way the morning sun flashes
through gathering clouds–
suddenly
a burst of
unexpected radiance
The beauty of it
drenching
my soul
Its unforeseen appearance
bringing clarity
to the moment
But hopefully
lasting beyond
long after the day
folds into
night
Poem: Ocular
Golden light behind eyes
seeking spiritual specks in moments
The flickering passage of brilliant scenes
floating by the blinking window
Catching paintings passing by
and piles them in corners
stacked for recall
where memories reside
They mix so thickly
in the depth of night
with seeping dreams
And as the bright of morn
lays across the open orb
together now they’re
wed
Poem: Until
Days
where my skin rubs against
the surrounding particles
of the long dead others
and also
silent trapped thoughts
running fingers down
my nakedness
They absorb
into my open pores
and seep into the recesses
those closed in spaces
in between the cells
and shackled together
by this fleshy scarred coat
It chills
and pulls taut
over bones and blood
stretched to breaking
by times passing
This living hull
scratched and worn
Home
until the day
it joins
the earth
Poem: The Chase
You passed again today
through my wandering mind
your dusty shadow
shimmering in the graying light
I followed among the scattered leaves
that blow with whispers
so near the winds of thought
and wonder where you lead
Yet there is a ray of simmering light
amidst the darkened hollow
that echos in my brain
A day will come
when you shall stop
and slowly turn around
And in this precious moment
my eyes will finally learn
who hides behind the chase
Poem: On Growing Old
The rutted road
winding
unfamiliar paths
carved by years
The rolling tracks of scraping tears
and curving twist of mirth’s sharp shape
A body once
so ripe and round
now clinging close
decaying dark
in parts unseen
Sluggish now to greet the day
but still its beauty
sweet
For each step sacred
the more
and more
we take
Someday
Today is different for me than most. A day to reflect on the inhumane treatment of animals and the continual sacrifices they must make to feed humans. I hope someday it stops.
And the centuries old disrespect and disregard of Americas Native people. It is one of our truly disgraceful periods in history.
Sure, I have plenty to be thankful about–but on this particular day, I would rather reflect on these two topics since they tie into this ‘holiday’. It has been a hard day for me for many years; today I am saying so.
May the future bring more comfort and peace to lives of those we take for granted.
Poem: Madness Approaches
There is an otter swimming in the tub
and chimps that wear evening gloves
Sometimes a little gray mouse
playing music with her beloved spouse
Or a drowsy dreamy sloth
sipping upside down chicken broth
And the sleepy lion laying near
is too lazy to really fear
While nearby drying with a towel
found in the bathroom is the owl
In every corner of these rooms
birds chat with Vidal Sassoon
On a chair tucked away in the back
some lumbering bear his toupee so black
Little creepy crawly insect things
with ancient writing on their wings
All these creatures just hanging plain as day
looking like they’re here to stay
Maybe it’s all not so bad
the outside world is just as mad
Poem: Transported
Why
when I hear
birds
on a silent day
am I transported
upon their notes
and
in the wind
to another time
when those songs
came drifting
down from the sky
Poem: Quiet Gulps
Glitter finds it way to me
in little quiet gulps
while I sit
and lean my head
softly against the chair where I rest
It is my own
shooting star
flashing across
my daydream existence
Leaving
wishes in its wake
