Poetry

Grace

    Green pears rolled on gold cloth Warm pecans startled against cold marble Julienned ginger scenting the room. God is in the details Never more so than now. Absorb everything.         Stand Your Mat/Listen to Heaven There is a saying: ‘Fill your eyes- fill your heart.’  It is the Yogi repeating,… Read more »

Serious Sedition

Anymore, our days ask for the rational, the analytical, and heavy time management. To create balance, we must return to poetry and Yoga, dance, and song.  What we need most is mystery, and intimacy, nurturing and magic.  As technology takes over, and we are more and more indoctrinated into literalness, and linear thinking, parsing each… Read more »

The Last Rose

     The last rose relinquishes its tender pink light, Her sweetness over-come by first frost, The haphazard blow ending paradise, Life strewn carelessly upon the earth. Fall is too twisty, too full of defeat for pink…anything. We are devil-clad in reds and burning orange Colors that shimmer under early night shadow, Days of vibrant… Read more »

La Langueur

Last week’s Breath was for singing out, FaSoLa style-strong and sure.  This week is for speaking bad French and slouching. La Langueur Summer is for speaking French When long syllables sweetly pull and push The warm taffy of succulent sound  Pouting around soft lips, Word-bits to be kissed off. Even bad French is good French… Read more »

The Invitation

  White curtains lift, blowing inward The invitation delivered on air redolent Of heavy-headed roses, peach, and cut grass. Rude, and more, to refuse.   Walking barefoot up the hill to the high orchard  Clippers, and the old woven basket to hand With Great-Cat as guide, Every accouterment of heaven- mine.   Under branches drooping… Read more »

Memorial Garden

  SPRING EVENINGS ONCE HELD COOL PATIENCE AND DARK REDEMPTION OVER THE DAY’S DUST NOW, CLOUDS RUSH THE MOON SPEED-STREAKING HER LIGHT.  IN THE MORNING JUNE ROSES PUSH MAY ASIDE AND GOLDEN IRIS OF LUSCIOUS HONEYED-PETALS UNFURL TO DISINTEGRATE IN THE RAIN. WILL PAPPER-RED POPPIES COME AND GO BEFORE APPLAUSE? KA BLAM!    THE ALPHA… Read more »

Full Moon At Dusk

Her imponderable weight rises Caught by skeletal spring branches Of the neighbor’s pear tree,  Momentarily enmeshed In tiny nets of unfurled bud. She hangs- dropping gold. Lighter, she lifts silvery Full-orbed, pendulous Breasts and belly wrapped In sheets of silent silk. Her honeyed sheen dazzling The night sky  Blazing a trail for other galaxies. Resplendent,… Read more »

Serene As A Fish

Being vacuous is the new luxury. Vacuous defined as, ‘empty, void, vacant.’  The modern inference is, lacking intelligence.  But the truly vacuous state may be the most intelligent after all.  When we are empty – are we not available for filling? When was the last time there was space to not do-YOU? When was it… Read more »