Showing posts with label Storm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Storm. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Poem: Monsoon
The desert earth
drinks in the rains
like thirsty winos
gathering in pools
under bridges,
thankful
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Poem: Tea out of Season
Unexpected winds blow
Cold around the corners,
Rattling windows answer
Questions barked by
Neighbor dogs, confused
Coyotes howl empathetic, this
Night must bring disaster -
Though it brings no rain
Cold around the corners,
Rattling windows answer
Questions barked by
Neighbor dogs, confused
Coyotes howl empathetic, this
Night must bring disaster -
Though it brings no rain
I feel a chill upon my shoulders,
Awakening desire for warm
Tea out of season, and
Feet are ice cold to the bone
Pulling blankets to my chin,
I listen quietly to the sounds
Of Nature's Power as it whips
About my home, and smile,
For at my feet lay proof
That though the world be
All in tatters, with the love
And care of two little dogs
Nothing can bring me down
And indeed, all will be well
Yes, all will be well, and my
World will still be standing
When the night has passed
(c) 8 May 2015
Awakening desire for warm
Tea out of season, and
Feet are ice cold to the bone
Pulling blankets to my chin,
I listen quietly to the sounds
Of Nature's Power as it whips
About my home, and smile,
For at my feet lay proof
That though the world be
All in tatters, with the love
And care of two little dogs
Nothing can bring me down
And indeed, all will be well
Yes, all will be well, and my
World will still be standing
When the night has passed
(c) 8 May 2015
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Poem: Hurricane
Hurricane
In silent Eye
She pauses, empty
of expectation, void
of regret
In this moment
All thoughts suspended
In a vacuum, surrounded
By the roar of wind
And rain
In this moment
A Voice, not hers
Comes gently like a
Mother's lullaby, then
Steady, slow, deep
An ocean filled with
Treasure, welled up
On massive surf, and
Tossed upon the beach
Glittering before her:
The Voice...
It Calls her name,
It Calls her heart,
It Calls her soul...
In silence full
Of new anticipation
Eye moves on, and
She stands, arms
Thrown wide, aware
That she has become
An Eye within herself
She moves within
The storm, steady,
Driven, following the
Path the Voice revealed
Living committed
To turn the Perfect Storm
From destruction to
Construction
Then, falling on her knees
She screams, "Who am I, "
Against the Wind,
"Who Am I to lead Your people
From their desperation?"
The Wind whirls
Around her, fills
Her lungs, kissing her
Cheeks, and she,
Left behind,
Understands
(c) 31 October 2012
In silent Eye
She pauses, empty
of expectation, void
of regret
In this moment
All thoughts suspended
In a vacuum, surrounded
By the roar of wind
And rain
In this moment
A Voice, not hers
Comes gently like a
Mother's lullaby, then
Steady, slow, deep
An ocean filled with
Treasure, welled up
On massive surf, and
Tossed upon the beach
Glittering before her:
The Voice...
It Calls her name,
It Calls her heart,
It Calls her soul...
In silence full
Of new anticipation
Eye moves on, and
She stands, arms
Thrown wide, aware
That she has become
An Eye within herself
She moves within
The storm, steady,
Driven, following the
Path the Voice revealed
Living committed
To turn the Perfect Storm
From destruction to
Construction
Then, falling on her knees
She screams, "Who am I, "
Against the Wind,
"Who Am I to lead Your people
From their desperation?"
The Wind whirls
Around her, fills
Her lungs, kissing her
Cheeks, and she,
Left behind,
Understands
(c) 31 October 2012
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