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Icicle
Icicle hangs from the tip of a broken tree joint New growth the red of old blood Snow falls in whispers from the white sky Comma-clatter-rasp of a woodpecker and two ravens (first draft: Jan 8, 2011)
Posted in poetry, wheel of the year
Tagged clatter, january, nature, new england, old blood, poetry, poetry - mine, rasp, raven, white sky, winter, woodpecker
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Bring me
Bring me flowers, because flowers die and have to be brought again and again Bring me a stone for which no blood was spilled Bring me cat food, and five grapefruit you bought for five dollars at the grocer’s Bring … Continue reading
Posted in gender and sexuality, my glamorous life, poetry
Tagged army guy, food, love, love poetry, poetry - mine, sound of waves, three thousand miles, water
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january orange
the pale sky fades from white to yellow to blue whiplash branches black against what glow remains– the sky still light at five o’clock inside the car, pull out an orange dig nails into sun driven north one thousand miles, … Continue reading
haiku: wild turkeys
three turkeys forage along the side of the road on my way to work
the door is open, the way is closed
the door is open the way is closed to know the way is not the way a holy fool marks sixpence on the eyes of strangers–dead, alive, whathaveyou what is the difference between alive and dead? asks the fool hands … Continue reading
Posted in mindfulness, poetry, religion and spirituality
Tagged dao, poetry, poetry - mine
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the plant reaches toward the light
marigold meant for marriage by the front door — for luck – grows leggy and strange in its pursuit of the light that falls just short of the door it blooms barely marigold but still blooms tiny yellow hearts at … Continue reading
Posted in gender and sexuality, my glamorous life, poetry, religion and spirituality, wheel of the year
Tagged aloe plant, army guy, bisexuality, blooms, boston, domestic partnership, doom, earth-based spirituality, gardening, high summer, lesbian marriage, love, marigolds, marriage, men, nature, plants, poetry, poetry - mine, religion, shacking up, shade gardening, spirit, spiritual practice, summer, summertime in boston, sunlight, sunlight of the spirit
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through the gates, in july, something different
you step through three gates of trees expecting to see something different and you always do today, a turkey almost to the end of the boardwalk through the swamp, just before a stream-bed that’s mostly mud with the one big … Continue reading
silence, lost sisters, escape
seeking emptiness and learning not to fear it we lost our sisters in the forest now they gather in the back, their voices shrill and loud they don’t seem to have aged but we have when did we trade the … Continue reading
Posted in my glamorous life, poetry, wheel of the year
Tagged aging, contemplation, doorway, earth-based spirituality, emptiness, forest, gift shop, middle way, mindfulness, museum, poetry, poetry - mine, silence, voices, women's spirituality, youth
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fire/love eye
fire destroys everything in its path transforms it to ash the love eye transforms without destroying
Posted in mindfulness, poetry
Tagged poetry, poetry - mine
descending into silence
the eye turns inward grass rises, luminous, soft as spring the mouth closes the heart – hearing opens
Posted in mindfulness, poetry, religion and spirituality, wheel of the year
Tagged open, poetry, poetry - mine, silence, spring
