caught

aside the long chain link fence
often where I pass
i happened upon a tiny deer captured ramming against hard
because it cannot jump like its mother
with a vocal I had never heard till now sounding as a pleading lamb
three large dogs are inside the perimeter
get wind of the defenseless
I on the outside
looking on as a horrified spectator does
wondering how the fawn became entrapped
as a mother myself feeling helpless
knowing its a matter of time
for the dismemberment of something was once complete

 

 

...I hide myself in my flower
That fading from your Vase--
You--unsuspecting--feel for me
Almost--a loneliness
Emily Dickinson -1859

perfect lover

eternal the flame becomes inferno
straight with his aim
he contemplates his destiny
and rises above his own death
and surrenders to consummation
to fall deeply again

 

 

johnathon livingston beagle

The demise of the dogmatic universe -Snoopy flies!
...overcome time, all we have is here, overcome space all we have is now,
-and don't you think between here and now -we may meet once or twice?

 

heart conditions

entangled -mixed up with you within time-space

hopeful -a drop of hope carries me

hardened -bad times between a rock and hard place and hot baked

fragile -erosion of the heart takes years





abandoned -as the ants in all their coordinated effort leave this useless place along the side walk





free, please read my mind -looking out and feeling free...

found heart -a little frayed but still soft and warm

Smiling Faces Beautiful Places

 

South Carolina license plate motto now www.travelsc.com. 
I liked the previous one better -smiling faces beautiful places,
alluding to southern hospitality and pristine land...
--hopefully never: 'Abandoned places and Destitute faces..'

"dum spiro spero"

tenacity of life

sapling in the stone
-perfect in its form as if there is absolutely no other place to be and says
-hear I say:
 'I am now here' what will you do with me?

the sol/sole/soul flag -

the only true flag that rises
is the one that we circle round
yet we are wrong in one singular perception
the sun does not rise or set before us
but does watch as the earth
rolls round its body as all other planets do
all life on our tiny-great green planet waits
for the shining flag of the sun
and whereby could there be any uncertainty?

would we say to a bird -your music is irrelevant?

instruments of just being
survival is the meaning
we may interpret
as the flutist
whose heart jumps
into a symphony
of notes scattered
up in the air
so are other hearts
lifted
like the breath
of life of one
to another
so shall we be?

who is responsible here?

our most vulnerable are subjected to a crime of segregation and isolation to which they have no defense.  Our system of living must stop objectifying children, herding them into slots of classification, and ignoring childrens true nature as growing humans in need of guidance that can transcend ills of society, we must let them be who they are meant to be, to make a difference in the world.  Indeed the children are our future they lend shape to the future we want to have.  Advocate for all children!

possiblities of modern day Thoreau -ism

All good things are wild, and free. Henry David Thoreau
is it possible for us to be radical
and get to he root of what we all need?
-to each have the freedom to choose and gather in
a voice of solidarity
of civil dis-obedience?
why should we be born into the idea of
imprisonment of being separate from nature---
and indeed -from each other?
to be horrified spectators of human activity
are we not 'good' as is the bird, whale, and flower?
why do we cast the net of entrapment of other beings
to a whim of perceived power over- (and not power in)
-do not yield to 'that is just the way it is'
it is injustice to separate our children (and the whole humanity)
from the true nature of all beings -great and small

dandilions

firework flowers
every child's dream
a wish come true
simply by a breath of wind
blowing from the soul
the spirit of a child

lost world

Sad to see the world go
where trash sticks to it from winds that blow
mountains mined for gypsum & gold
human erosion rapidly kills till blood runs cold
our history
as mystery
all that has been, existed before people
quick we are to destroy in righteous praise to steeple
why kill the past before us and not try to know it?
no direction to future we tear down process even as creation-
what even a poet cannot accept
no hope for our shared future
as we ignore our shared misery

my baby

my baby now 13 was fascinated with straps and strings
and all sorts of paper things
never so much as in the fancy toy
but always the simpler thing
that gives him joy

its my understanding (as usual)

I had to watch the conversation
because I could not understand
what they were saying
based on what I heard

dream of zombies

there are someones at the doors
I peek through the window and they stand
there looking through blind eyes
I carry my baby high above the hearth
lifted up by unseen force
like Madonna and child rising above
I watch down as he screams
there is a monster in here!
and the computers turn blue...
and the blank expressions of zombies
plead to the sky

mirror of evolution

a person looking at their reflection
using the mirror of time each day
may it be a thoughtful reflection
into the gene pool of our humanity
all the ancestors that came before-
just as the inherited memories go...

this moment.

information interphase
untethered by time&space
playing cards&roll the dice
we will meet once or twice
beginning line and ending note
this story moment never ending

garden of earthly delights

sometimes -though more often it is
the bee loses sense of time & space
instead of going home
so falls asleep in its flower
and if you rise early enough before dawn
you may catch this being slumbering still
you gently pet its soft back
and rustle the bee awake
again ready to take on its vocation
of spreading the substance of life

Forget the pot of gold...

diamond in the clover -is the gathered dew of the morning
and is driven by the light of dawn -a new day

We said goodnight this morning

I danced with the moon this morning
you tapped me on the shoulder from behind
When I turned you took my left hand and I saw your smile
Then at round the bend you took my right hand
The Mobius line we ride -infinite is the darkness
And at first light we said good night this morning
ad infinitum et extra

voice

as i speak words fall apart though I shout-
letters are like sand grains that are now alluvial to the sea...
as the school of fish arrives to swim from my mouth-
each on its own but all in some wish of solidarity
they do not unite -but each spin to save their souls
in a hope of being herd.

Goldilocks in Alice's Wonderland

awake from bed
I am intruder imposter
in Alice's wonderland
running fast as I can
unlearned how to be...
-count 4,6,8 have some cake
imagination is the key
-count 3,5,9 they are fake
yet that may render right
fight or flight is what they said
or maybe I misread

visions in nature

gravity of your being keeps me near
as i perpetually fall into you here
the event horizon -the point of no return
to singularity -of infinite destiny within
elephants in the wallpaper of the room
pattern on the rug and creatures in the carpet
the responsibility&logic of witnessing but try to look away
ocular consumption/panoptic/omniscience of vision&perspective
dynamic equilibrium with the autumn surface
as we fly through the woods of our fall
the path before and after blurred yellow orange red
you are a center of gravity
I wrap myself around you
as atmosphere hugs the earth

you would think after all this time
the feeling would pass
like a kidney stone
knowing the longer it lingers
the more pain it grows
let it go they say
but that is what I thought about yesterday