Tag: poetry
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Swallow Me Whole
a poem of Contemplation Beneath this earthso many souls. In this groundright where I stand,my bare-heeled ache on the grit;do they linger here? Do their solemn hazes pass me by as my breath drifts meone day to the next?Am I aware ofthat chill, that pressure in the airshifting, disturbing,a moaning whisper to myhuman ears?Does it shift me? I turned on…
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At Home Amongst These
a poem The squishy-cool green beneath my feetmeandering before me, a path between trees.The bright arms of the sun reaching down,fingers of light, bringing growth to the ground. I can no longer get lost this way. I have come again. I wander againthrough the moss-strewn aislein gripping fear and anxiety-laden… I know they’ll be lost if I wander…
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Hunger
a poem I had a vision.A pole; horizontal, unmoving.Suspended from it — carrionin varying stages of decomposition; One, freshly hungdrips its life blood freedrip…drip…drip… Another, rottingbegun, its surface writheswith maggots and flies. The third is rot-wornblack, a carcass shellor its former self. The three hanging there just out of reach, as are mostthings when you are hungry. A bear, standing on…
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A Soul Set Free
a poem Lift up your face. You, there in the shadows, Head hanging in disgrace. There is no reason to sit full of fear, to shackle yourself to yesterday’s woes. There is no reason to feel rooted to guilt and shame no one knows. No reason to hold yourself back from all things wonderful all…
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Ladybug Journeys
a poem of a quiet afternoon A ladybug journeys up Hawkweed stem searching for another Dark-spotted red bug with which to fly high the ladybug labors on… A squirrel scampers through leaf litter and soil searching for another Nut she had buried some time ago Spring the squirrel labors on… Chickadee and titmouse nuthatch and goldfinch searching for another Black sunflower seed or millet or worm the…
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The Waters Run Clean Through Me
a poem about the North Carolina Mountains Deep in the North Carolina wood nestled between steep mountainous rises, a gorge, through which run waters, crisp and cool and clean. A bench waits there for my soul. The waters run clear, cross rock and moss, with dribbling sounds and meandering thoughts of the distant seas. The canopy hangs over. Shady oasis of quietude…
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Nectar Dreams
a poem about the tiny creatures we often miss Nectar Dreams Walking sticks, June bugs,Bumble bee, Wooly Bearsall came out to playand when the streetlights at last were litthe fireflies lit the way.The June bugs, in droves,in whispering swarmsslapped against our chestsemerald green-backed and shining,the airborne jewels in summer vests. Where have all the June bugs…
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A Yellow House in Iredell County
A poem — to immortalize a love worth telling and a house that carries their memories in its heart Nestled… in the dappled Spring sunlight peeking through oaks, maples, and Tulip poplar is a country house with pale-yellow siding.Across a corner of the weathered wooden-slatted front porch, a vine lazily stretches to find a spot in the sun. Inside, the navy-blue carpet…
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Cottonwood Wings
a poem for my son to read at the funeral You might want to read this first In the Spring, God brings forth life Cottonwood drifts by on the wind. We water our gardens with tears for we have lost a dear friend. Her kindness grew like tulipsProud and colorful and tallHer compassion, a vine…
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On Dappling Pond
a poem about the beautiful Mandarin duck and the not-so-beautiful Muscovy duck On Dappling Pond White, crisp half-moon, the blue crested melt to ruddy hind swoop. Tawny wings tucked under, belted by royal blue. Sleek chest, brazen blue as ocean-deep. Neck ringed in maple majesty lace. Enlightened, resplendent, …
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