Favorite Song

I like a lot of songs, but not many like me, not out of rudeness— real songs are not rude— they are just busy with notes and lyrics and keeping pace. But this song must have eyes for kindred spirits, must be the voice to unspoken enchantments, because every word and every beat turn me […]

Things Exist

Things exist to be, they said to pulse, and jive, and jest. No deeper mean, just lean, they said for things exist to be. – But all is bright and rich we feel, a vasting meadow span that makes our life-light keen, we feel for things exist…in He

Awake and Sing

Awake, oh heart, and sing for whatever today may bring is a dear and precious thing from the hand of our God— the wonders we couldn’t have dreamt of or the solemn grief-proofs of love descend alike from above— so sing! And the foe will be hushed. .

Experience

We teach the best by stumbling in ways we thought we knew, and stubbing toes on drywall till we find the way to stalk. – The cleanly path, the painful-less that smooths its way around like silken shoes is bound to lose the strength of real and talk. – And so we strive to go […]

The Winter Sky

The winter world is cold— and withered and old— the trees droop, still and bare, in the scathing air, clothed only in gray loss— mourning the leaves lately buried with the frost. … But the sky is soft as mother-love for children wounded of life— it is older than the cold and beautifully, gently bold.

Effulgence

Just across the grave-gray pond a thousand sliver boats of light bear, like messengers, their glint and gleam to us. A whisper—faint— from far across where park lamps throw their starbled shine while shadows close the farther shore in darkening blue and gray.

The Homecoming of Johnny McLeod

Pounding down the dusty trail, far up and off away, pounding toward McLeod place. Johnny comes home today. – A year ago, the snow still clumped in mounds of melting gray. A year ago he’d worn his sword— but now he comes home—to stay. – She hardly remembered the smell of his beard. She’d kissed […]

Smile

A smile is a curve like sunrise breaking out to warm the cheeks that lately knew a straight and tight line of nonchalance that now has changed to brighten all the world. – Eyes are wells like little pools that laugh like noise without the voice and bring a wiggly- woggle warm that drive your […]

Feather Step

They skip by tripping over water extending beaks like legs in dance, then twirling upward on the windsea borne along till touch again – They twist in wind gusts, dip in wave troughs beaks catch darts of silver sleeks. freespin breezeward, riding wing sails. Sky swirl dancers of the sea

Under Surface

Turbulent and troubled waters, inky black the swelling ocean: bobbing up and chopping downwards as the sunlight sneaks away. Far beyond the water hillocks endless wastes of dark and deepness beckon to the weary swimmer etiolate of warming rays. – Down beneath the dipping wave splash thousand single fishes swiggle swept along by bubble currents […]

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Poetry