there was a changing wind today....
swept up
I twist, rise and fly
on the back of a cold wind
fierce wild smile
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
more visits to the dark
blink
watching the night grow
rising from the horizon
deep indigo eyes
..........................
barriers dissolve in the night
like lovers talking in the dark
one ends where the other begins
words float free
and find their way quicker
thoughts are pulled
from deep wells
to be shared
as cool wine sipped
with a sprinkling of stars
that dance over the tongue
straight to the heart
watching the night grow
rising from the horizon
deep indigo eyes
..........................
barriers dissolve in the night
like lovers talking in the dark
one ends where the other begins
words float free
and find their way quicker
thoughts are pulled
from deep wells
to be shared
as cool wine sipped
with a sprinkling of stars
that dance over the tongue
straight to the heart
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
sat 03.21.09 PM
I went out into the desert this evening
with each step
my heart slows
my breath deepens
I still the mind
and let the horizon
wash over me
blue waves
tipped with rose gold light
I am pulled out into the ocean of night
.........................
recognition
deep in your smile
and the corners of you eyes
a familiar place
revealed
shutting out the noise
you search for your own music
and find the deep chords
(none needed.....iiwii - it is what it is)
with each step
my heart slows
my breath deepens
I still the mind
and let the horizon
wash over me
blue waves
tipped with rose gold light
I am pulled out into the ocean of night
.........................
recognition
deep in your smile
and the corners of you eyes
a familiar place
revealed
shutting out the noise
you search for your own music
and find the deep chords
(none needed.....iiwii - it is what it is)
sat 03.21.09 AM
from yesterday evening......
instant
I took a breath and
there, poured from under grey clouds
a gentle gold light
..................................
in the past I had always turned to colour
paints, pastels, pencil
to try to define how I see the world around me
now I am trying the same with words
whether it's working or not
I find it very satisfying
instant
I took a breath and
there, poured from under grey clouds
a gentle gold light
..................................
in the past I had always turned to colour
paints, pastels, pencil
to try to define how I see the world around me
now I am trying the same with words
whether it's working or not
I find it very satisfying
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
a minor chord
caress
my shadow dances
a lovers dance with sunlight
long, gliding, glances
I watched the shadows
racing over the desert today
to amazing music
which magnified my sight
and cleared my vision
removing me to one of those
close-by, parallel universes
that existing in plain sight
at the edge of our daily lives
it just takes a small twist of the dial
to change the view in front of us
and see what has always been there
my shadow dances
a lovers dance with sunlight
long, gliding, glances
I watched the shadows
racing over the desert today
to amazing music
which magnified my sight
and cleared my vision
removing me to one of those
close-by, parallel universes
that existing in plain sight
at the edge of our daily lives
it just takes a small twist of the dial
to change the view in front of us
and see what has always been there
Sunday, March 15, 2009
03.15.09 PM
suspended
the day draws a breath
as the sun slides towards night
I am filled with now
an evening walk
moving through twilight colours
time is suspended in this light
the day draws a breath
as the sun slides towards night
I am filled with now
an evening walk
moving through twilight colours
time is suspended in this light
Saturday, March 14, 2009
03.14.09
vision
I watched a stone
grow lazily in the sun
rising above me
.............................
reaching and gathering
plugging up holes
rebuilding my stores
redefining my...self, if you will
this can't be rushed
nor is it a straight line
the twists and turns
clearly visible on this page
obviously so
yes
I watched a stone
grow lazily in the sun
rising above me
.............................
reaching and gathering
plugging up holes
rebuilding my stores
redefining my...self, if you will
this can't be rushed
nor is it a straight line
the twists and turns
clearly visible on this page
obviously so
yes
Friday, March 13, 2009
lunch break
underside
in the desert sun
a pale pink shell glows softly
water memories
captive
surreal, the desert
held to the earth by the sun
it tolerates us
in the desert sun
a pale pink shell glows softly
water memories
captive
surreal, the desert
held to the earth by the sun
it tolerates us
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
sunday eve
ready
I am quiet, still
as a stone in the desert
waiting for the rain
(That one speaks volumes for me.
Are we responsible for our own rain?
The length of the wait written by our own needs and wants?
Or is it the waiting itself that is the destination.)
burst
orange gold blossoms
of the sun, grace the branches
of a mesquite tree
I am quiet, still
as a stone in the desert
waiting for the rain
(That one speaks volumes for me.
Are we responsible for our own rain?
The length of the wait written by our own needs and wants?
Or is it the waiting itself that is the destination.)
burst
orange gold blossoms
of the sun, grace the branches
of a mesquite tree
Saturday, March 7, 2009
sat 03.07.09
the space inside is larger than what I see out
people swirl around me
I am untouched
unmoved today
I am in my own world
hidden behind an open door
in full flashing colour
invisible
while they look around them
wondering why they feel incomplete
while looking through closed eyes
......................................................
track
swirling around me
others lives, I am removed
riding the cold wind
solid
who are these people?
I have never felt part of
their world is not mine
rise
hot sun on my back
opens my spine to the sky
searing hot release
...................................
things are not as gloomy as they sound
I was out for a few hours today
thrown in with a large group of people
I am always fascinated
by how we/people interact with each other
our separate views of the same world
I love the differences and discrepancies
and occasional synchronicity
the unexpected connections
that you feel to your very core
as you find lost parts
of yourself
people swirl around me
I am untouched
unmoved today
I am in my own world
hidden behind an open door
in full flashing colour
invisible
while they look around them
wondering why they feel incomplete
while looking through closed eyes
......................................................
track
swirling around me
others lives, I am removed
riding the cold wind
solid
who are these people?
I have never felt part of
their world is not mine
rise
hot sun on my back
opens my spine to the sky
searing hot release
...................................
things are not as gloomy as they sound
I was out for a few hours today
thrown in with a large group of people
I am always fascinated
by how we/people interact with each other
our separate views of the same world
I love the differences and discrepancies
and occasional synchronicity
the unexpected connections
that you feel to your very core
as you find lost parts
of yourself
Thursday, March 5, 2009
...summary
monday 03.02.09
today I am free
light as a cloud at sunrise
buoyed with knowledge
wednesday 03.04.09
the smell of citrus
like warm oil in the air
intoxicating
thursday 03.05.09
flashing large and full
a molten red sun trembles
setting on my skin
orbits
spinning, circling
moons around a blue planet
a balance of need
all these words I write, the distilled essence of who I am
a map laid in these haiku
and there are more waiting to get out the door
thoughts, feelings, perceptions.....words
all standing in a not-so-orderly-line
sometimes pushing and shoving
trying to be the first out into the world
now that the door has been opened
it has forgotten how to close
letting out the inside
I expand to fill the outside
where does one start, one end?
rambling a bit this evening
today I am free
light as a cloud at sunrise
buoyed with knowledge
wednesday 03.04.09
the smell of citrus
like warm oil in the air
intoxicating
thursday 03.05.09
flashing large and full
a molten red sun trembles
setting on my skin
orbits
spinning, circling
moons around a blue planet
a balance of need
all these words I write, the distilled essence of who I am
a map laid in these haiku
and there are more waiting to get out the door
thoughts, feelings, perceptions.....words
all standing in a not-so-orderly-line
sometimes pushing and shoving
trying to be the first out into the world
now that the door has been opened
it has forgotten how to close
letting out the inside
I expand to fill the outside
where does one start, one end?
rambling a bit this evening
Sunday, March 1, 2009
more????
song
the stars are brilliant
with their wild white voices
I hear my true name
rend
mountains slice the sky
the way your smile—my will
opened too deeply
not easily closed
the stars are brilliant
with their wild white voices
I hear my true name
rend
mountains slice the sky
the way your smile—my will
opened too deeply
not easily closed
Saturday, February 28, 2009
...and the point is?
metamorphosis
in my hand I held
my long, slow, felt, desires
drifting up like smoke
mirrors
looking for myself
in eyes of those around me
I find your dark gaze
needed
sunlight fills my mind
casting cool sharp edged shadows
to rest my thoughts in
.......................
still always trying to explain/describe/define
only making sense to myself I'm sure
but I'm enjoying the challenge
in my hand I held
my long, slow, felt, desires
drifting up like smoke
mirrors
looking for myself
in eyes of those around me
I find your dark gaze
needed
sunlight fills my mind
casting cool sharp edged shadows
to rest my thoughts in
.......................
still always trying to explain/describe/define
only making sense to myself I'm sure
but I'm enjoying the challenge
Friday, February 27, 2009
attempt
abode
I felt the darkness
tonight it followed me home
clinging to my heart
small shadows
small bits of darkness
they are always there
we walk into them, and out again
like sunlight through leaves
in an ancient sleeping forest
light and darkness pour over my skin
and drip from my fingers
untamed pools of life
form at my feet
I drink
.................
To feel too much
All the time watching, listening, waiting.
For what? I don't really know.
It pulls me forward around the corner of every day
and sails me through the night.
Why this feeling of freedom at night?
As if the glass is thinner,
and the horizon has come to rest in my heart.
.......................
a small drama going to work one day.....
meal
above the traffic
a hawk dives to its first meal
separate worlds
......................
(Much is stirring about tonight.)
I felt the darkness
tonight it followed me home
clinging to my heart
small shadows
small bits of darkness
they are always there
we walk into them, and out again
like sunlight through leaves
in an ancient sleeping forest
light and darkness pour over my skin
and drip from my fingers
untamed pools of life
form at my feet
I drink
.................
To feel too much
All the time watching, listening, waiting.
For what? I don't really know.
It pulls me forward around the corner of every day
and sails me through the night.
Why this feeling of freedom at night?
As if the glass is thinner,
and the horizon has come to rest in my heart.
.......................
a small drama going to work one day.....
meal
above the traffic
a hawk dives to its first meal
separate worlds
......................
(Much is stirring about tonight.)
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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