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rushing wild and free laugh at danger on their way
they conquer rapids, pound the rocks, soar so high they meet the stars
near journey's end waves recede- a quiet pool this thing called love
of pink intermingle with the loveliness of mauve
south-bound geese a silhouette this late October evening
with arms outstretched my mind soars high and tears of longing flow
nights pull heavy shades on sunshine so much sooner now
the wiser birds have long since flown; those remaining beg for food
sadness and depression settle deep behind your midnight eyes
above a mousy bank feathers ruffle in the wind
unblinking in a winter oak keen eyes watch for little rodents
the eagle swoops with fanned white tail--close behind trail jealous crows
birch tree curves in slender grace a silhouette on pale skies
its ancestors were made timeless in paintings by Old Masters
now all that lingers of my birch are these faded photographs
aged Chinese gentlemen
with kimonos and pigtails.
The tall one reads an ornate scroll;
his friend is most attentive.
Together in an antique shop
two ivory figurines.
stayed in my room all my life
all sorts of people there with me.
We’ve discussed whatever I’ve liked
all subject have suited me.
But now, the problems have begun
My room has outgrown my head!
clever, I branched out
and look up writing poetry.
started with moon spoon rhymes
progressing through to one-word lines.
this is to where I’ve arrived
counting syllables of sheep.
is it they never meet –
could stars be lonely as I?
in crowds millions wander
from one season to the next
my worn out sandal
finds its mate on the other foot
if the noonday summer heat could lightly be fanned away
hibiscus flowers bend toward the yellow wings of butterflies
how long between this moment -- your last letter, again opened?
and night, our little house drifts in and out a silver zoo
if I had a magic needle I’d draw gold threads from star to star
what pretty pictures I’d embroider for your bedtime stories
SAILING THROUGH ETERNITY
as one helper launch the boat
under a star dust Milky Way.
Look, Beloved – how drip the jewels
as each oar slurps up lake.
The moon I love beautifully shines
where chemo took your hair.
THE TAO OF DEW
way dew collects into a drop,
and hangs on the tip of a leaf
reminds me of human affairs
and how I hang to life.
For seven years, in a fight to death,
we hung till you fell.
softly my blue angel
light the hollow of my palm
that i would never capture
ever keep you for my own
me your weight in sunshine
for a time before i fly
for the little boy whose wish to see a rare blue butterfly
from the rain forest of S. America was granted by the Children’s
world cries out for sanity
to halt the madness of one man
lost to reason lost in hate
the world unites to slay the beast*
each soul lost a nation weeps
our proud flags fly for freedom
fog this early morning
not a whisper from songbirds
my feet I can feel it
for the briefest of moments
old earth churning spring
magical alchemy again
through the window shades
sun shadows fill up the room
close my eyes to see you better
how our boundaries merge
afternoon has no end
I empty myself into you
slowly this silvered moonlight travels
crossing the snow-spent lawn
mysteries rising in the depth
this vast night sky
lock the door and switch off the light
heavy with distance and time
admit it isn’t your fault,
I made you up from mind mist;
Before you could be you
I made you what I thought I wanted.
That wasn’t it – who could have known?
Wait – Maybe you could try this …
on the oak in the backyard
has scars over my scars;
ladder steps lead nowhere now,
swing rope has furrowed the old branch
How strong it makes us for a while –
the world we make – before it goes.
bring him water in the field,
stand to watch him plant the corn,
remembering all he learned from me,
how to till, when to harvest;
Beyond that, to treasure land and God,
knowing all things die.
piano piece drifting soft on humid summer air
high above a smooth ballet unfolds between white fluffy clouds
restless now I will myself to soar with notes and gulls
summer days are soft with light and rich with floral scent
gentle breezes lift birdsong that serenade warm moments green
be still oh northern spirit – long frosty veils fall soon enough
to know the languages
of all the peoples of the world
Harmonies await the ear
to solve all mysteries of tongues
Yet warm eyes open each closed door
smiles unfold blithe messages
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