Give me such signs of life,
that I am rocked and swayed,
by gentle bewilderment.
Her Roar and Glower
Between heartbeats
and the bursting
of tiny, tide-washed
bubbles, lurching
drifts of seafoam
cling to black stones,
whilst screaming, “No!”
into the roar and glower
of ol’ Atlantic’s storm.
Westerly
The way westerly
is a road of healing.
Heart-wrenchingly wounded,
I will flee, ‘ever-feeling
the weight of a love lost,
unrequited, but faultless.
The Mountain Crown
Held high-aloft,
the mountain crown,
so crystalline, so cold,
fretfully encircles
her ancient brow.
Unknown to You
I am unknown to you, here,
in the high winds, kiting.
Aloft, hiding,
in plain view,
my rushing whisper
drifts downward
Beaded Manes
Roar amidst the clatter
of beaded manes.
Claw the bark and tatter
long words, writ upon
these vellum pages
and add a name.
The Quiet Warmth of Earth
A glorious supper,
the final feast…
as the roots burrow
and decompose
the “Me.”
Oars in the Muck
Pull your oar
from the muck,
where stayed
in static,
you’d been
stuck.
The Unforgiving Sea
Grown in the water,
born soaking wet,
I am a creature
of the sea. Continue reading “The Unforgiving Sea”
Many Thousands of Miles
Many thousands
of miles below
those icy kingdoms,
where hope freezes
and sticks against
metal things, Continue reading “Many Thousands of Miles”
The Anguish Cup
Hemp rope, bind
the chafing-tether,
tight to the stem,
and other-ended,
snugly wrist-wound,
make the scar tissue
crack and bleed,
regardless of whether
each move was gentle
or as light as a feather. Continue reading “The Anguish Cup”
The Lingering Dust
Delicate blessings,
borne by gentle winds,
spiral, twist, and alight
‘midst rustling oak tresses,
as Autumn’s kiss sinks in. Continue reading “The Lingering Dust”