Scraps of reflections written,
not to be forgotten, are
scattered and battered
about the currents of my
consciousness’s need
to express tentative truth
to live harmoniously.
Collection of Scraps
Collection of scraps swept up
into plies of confusion
wanted attention
from the creator’s hand that
expands the landscape of thoughts
into flights of delights of sound and sights
to ease the heart or please the soul
to shock the mind or rock the boat
to scare security
or repair the injured.
These discarded moments
strewn about like insignificant ants are
fearful of being smashed by the fleeting flash of unseen life
in acres and acres of tall green grass.
A Scholar’s Loss
Wordless books
Are those that speak
of eyeless looks
empty and weak.
Inkless pens
Are those that write
of henless cocks
who have no fight.
And so I crow
In vain to speak
of eyes that show
my pen that leaks.
Evolutionary Steps
- Configuration of energy applied is force.
- There is a fundamental configuration of energy that creates the forces that form, transform, halt, or eradicate tangible realities.
- Scattered reflections on paper scraps strewn about a quiet house merge into pages.
- Scattered reflections on paper scraps strewn about a quiet house merge into pages filed, shuffled and reshuffled into collections, collections that form the winding groves that cradle the flow of comprehending the understanding of perceptions.
- Scattered reflections on paper scraps strewn about a quiet house merge into pages filed, shuffled and reshuffled into collections, collections that form the winding groves that cradle the flow of comprehending the understanding of perceptions of existence like the particles of dawn’s foggy mist that temporarily disappears having been melted by the sun’s warm, bright light to reform into the water vapor of clouds that will collide and grow into large white billowing clouds some of which will darken, pregnant with droplets, to shower down the pliable, penetrating, powerful but simple element, H2O, to nourish all life on Earth.
- Quantum Being.
Grains of Sand
Keeping In Touch
Bare feet free to be with leaves,
I explore the Northern Woods.
Ancient Wisdom
Black Elk felt the great power
of medicine-wheels to heal.
Dawn
When the fire comes
The sky melts to bleed white heat.
Life burns through the night.
Breakfast in November
Coffee – black – refilled
Tear swells damned with courtesy
Winter waitress smiles.
Riding Home
Cactus – blossom – moon
Will cool my tired, baked soul soon.
Earth’s blessed by your ray.
Fire
Life’s breath choked by smoke
of amber light tinted blood –
Raged fields in heat – Fire.
Housebound
January’s vase
is elegance in china
weak in loveliness.
Ice Pond In Belfast
Winter’s cold snow swept from ice
grants glides of youthful delights.
Domestication
The butcher’s blade slays
the pug-faced, ugly, fat cow.
Antlered darlings saved.
On the Corner of Frederick & Nunnery
Street child of eighty
juggled for his bouncing ball –
dog chewed but lively.
Cemetery at All Saints Convent
Black veiled virgins sleep in white sheets,
and, with sealed lips, keep the winter’s peace.
An Old Tree
Now knurled and broken
I’ve stood long years with rough bark
and still I blossom
surrounded by thorns and vines
that choke to revoke my fruit.
Moth
Overstretched yearning
clutching for stability
seeks distant fire.
Rebirth
Down into the passageway
To convey Soul to Earth’s womb.