Simple Whispers Shaped Like Poems

I am not a poet. Some whispers, sensations, prayers and gifts simply fit best in the shadowbox of a poem.


Beyond the Pane                            (August 2012)
To the soul's long sigh
The heart beats yet again
A drum beat calling the breath
Played without the touch of hands.

Beyond the Pane                            (July 2012)

Staring through the window,

The only door,

Her heart echoed the beat

Of the sliding abacus bead.

One plus how many? No matter,

All weighted to summed and gone,

The clicking of the count only

Times tried and still alone.

Another piece of tape

More tape than pane,

No more beads to slide

A window is not a door.

A piece of tape clung to her finger

A bird sat on the ledge and dancing trees.

A window is not a door

She entered her heart instead.

Wind Kiss                            (June 2012)

Lifting the hair away

Her warm breath kissed my neck

Singing ocean waves upon the shore.

Layers                   (June 2012)

My body the cement covered grass

My mind the cement laden path

My spirit the sun’d air above the path

Pushing down, pushing up, lying still and flat.

Each moving to its own essence.

Even cement is but earth and water

Nature’s elements move and dance

The grass will find the cement’s smile

Greeted by the sun’d air and moon

Each breathing to its own essence.

Confetti Clouds                                (June 2012)

The need to get lost

No thought only my senses stand

Within the embrace of Home.

Where do thoughts fly to

When tree’d arms toss them away

Mental order now confetti clouds?

My trunk to climb yours

My body tucked in your arms

Watching confetti clouds fly.

“Mandatory Return”                      (June 2012)

One so soft, lush and inviting

Calls and beckons, my being aches

To hold her close, to lay in her rivers

To feel her breath, her heat and its abating.

Like a sailor I watch the waves of waiting

As they erase the horizon where she stood

My heart lifting and rising with each wave

Daring me to leap and swim to the shore.

Oh yes another calls, drawing and hungry

But think not my heart has become blind.

Only one holds my heart, her voice alone

My healer, my abiding, she gifted this love.

Sugarite.                                             

Complete the Quench                   (June 2012)

The carton crumbles beneath my impotence

Stuffing the maimed back in its closet

The eyes see both carton and lid are bent

Shyly the maimed aligns the scars

A perfect fit, effecting the maimed.

Moistened eyes gaze towards the mountains

The scarring healing yet more still feeding

A whispered prayer to Life and nature

‘Align the scars and quench the hunger’

Giving Drink to the Birds                              (June 2012)

Afternoon ice to cool the water

Knowing not if they drink

Simply my heart pouring.

Trust of Constancy                          (June 2012)

Gold against green

A final kiss good night

Bending limbs whisper ‘Til the morn’

Tween Time                       (June 2012)

The sun has bowed to the warmed earth,

Golden hands to heart her eyes close

From a distance, but closer than midday,

The moon’s whisper pirouettes cross the sky

Garlands of pink stream behind her breath

‘I am here.  I am coming.

Your bed of blackened velvet waits

The stars readied with twinkling waters

And I await your kiss. Closer now I come.

To Not Await                     (June 2012)

To love another
To be loved
Oneness of body spirit and mind
So that i in wholeness 
Can love you Sweet Earth.
Let it not be until death
That I can crawl into you.

To Release the Heat                       (June 2012)

Cold water upon my feet

Knees and breath buckle

I call to the waterfall.

Cold River Covering                        (June 2012)

Sweet soul of mine, forgive me

I can offer not one excuse.

I heard your voice, felt your need

Accepted the gratitude not the desire.

June 21, 2012 on the way to Blue Lake, CO

Three Rivers                      (June 2012)

Sometimes if feels like puberty

Hormones rushing unexplained

Natural, a part of my DNA

Required to grow and take my shape.

My body mind and spirit disconnected

Each with their own DNA

Fallen limbs fork the river into three

Un-singular they rush to the fall.

Of the same source and pull

Expression made different by the debris

One tight its force contained, focused

Another boundless gently rushes

The third tumbles upon itself.

Will my voice change? Grow taller?

Will my body reflect the shape of my gender?

Will the womb of life fold and cup?

Will the moon call my body to dance each month?

Is puberty possible when it has been removed

Through age, solitude and surgery, now quieted?

Does the DNA of one’s being awaken again?

Will its dance now entwine a different helix?

I live in a world that demands separation

Leash the body, train the mind, submit the spirit

And yet, the three rivers are coursing wild

Perhaps to be rejoined at the fall.

Window’d Choice                           (June 2012)

The lake like windowed glass ripples

The windowed pane does not.

Life swimming below looks up

Life reaching and flying looks down

Behind the pane no movement.

I must go and walk again.

A Freak                 (June 2012)

I accept I am a freak in what I see

Annoying perhaps for others to read

An adolescent in love gushing and silly.

To those stay’d in their relationships

But a child jabbering endlessly.

They wait and hope, I am certain

That reality will temper my zeal.

Unabashedly, I confess, I am in love

The earth, her softness, her song

Will not permit my eyes to be quiet.

To grow old with her, mirror her face

She to finish my sentences and I her’s

To know not ‘til death us do part’

For even then, another embrace.

Grounded Flight                              (June 2012)

Without wing a feather took flight

A wingless leaf dared to reach

She now bears a white feather

But cannot fly.

Awakened Plea                                                (June 2012)        

Cover me in your blackened moist softness

Bending with my bends, filling every crease

Roll this body in your gentle orbit round

Sinking in your ocean your voice suspending me

To dry upon your shores’ nestled warmth.

Your fingered roots reaching within

Drawing forth and overflowing

Cleanse the dryness and brittled body

Like the wildness carrying is housed shell

Call me forth to swim unencumbered

My body spirit mind, in diffused ocean

Sunlight bending, breaking and woven,

Reaches upward with open hands and eyes

Breathing the water’s air and newness

Awaken awaken awakened plea.

Just Let Me See                                (June 2012)

Show me the mountain

Fingered hands point towards the door

I will abandon my fear.

Ocean’d Child                   (June 2012)

An ocean child, fires did not exist

Now mesa and mountained, all I feel

Quench the hunger of the fire

Let it drink from the ocean’d child.

Trophyless Body                              (June 2012)

I can make it move by will alone

This pitted chipped conch shell

Aged by the ocean’s constant tide

Battered by the waves above me

I carry this body, my shell my house.

Divers may reach even touch

Release it back to its ocean bed

Imperfect, perhaps even ugly

Not one to grace a tourist’s shelf

Not a trophy nor memory with value.

To one who knows the dance

Whose legs have split the waves

Whose feet have sunk into ocean earth

Perhaps the pitted shell I carry

Would whisper in their ear.

I am not a trophy, memory nor value

I am pitted, chipped, colors faded

But I know the song of the sea

I know how waves prism the sun

I know the mountains of inner earth.