poetry ~ prose ~ reflections ~ dreaming
If
I place my foot
just so
I make a hole
There is a place
at the end of my walk
that is an eternal puddle
sometimes a pond
but that may be
a dream
My ugly brown
boot
can make a hole
or a splash
or a dream
and I lose
myself
in thoughts
of microcosm/
macrocosm
and wonder
how many storms
did I start today
in my empty
universe
and if
I hold my breath
can I stop
the apocalypse
13 January 2019
Twirling
and swirling
and
I am
a teapot
dancing
and glancing
and clouds
looming
with promise
and gloom
and dark
coming
glamour
and magic
incantations
skirts trailing
the damp, dark
ground
Song
more sigh
than sound
the bird
in the bush
cocks its head
to listen
and I am reminded
I am woman
12 January 2019
Words:
slow
listen
wait
gentleness
Thoughts of Gratitude:
I am grateful for those who listen
Today was silver and gray and sometimes a soft heather charcoal colour. It’s a season I forget about until it is here, these gray winter days.
This room
full of clocks
telling time
telling stories
and me dizzy
and falling
and waiting
to hear
my story
This room
full of sighs
and time
forgotten
and me
blind
and bound
and waiting
counting
each heartbeat
breathless
in this silence
lost
in my own
longing
6 January 2019
One of my favourite poets.
I’m pleased to share that I have a poem in a new anthology published by peaceCenter Books. Proceeds benefit the interfaith peaceCenter in San Antonio, Texas which promotes Contemplative Practices, Experiential Education, and Nonviolent Actions. I’m honored to be a part of such a worthwhile cause. Books may be purchased on Amazon and will soon be available from peaceCenter. This would be a great holiday gift for the reader on your list and very much in keeping with the spirit of the season.
The rain falls
my lips soften
Slowly
I remember
to breathe
Waiting
for my world to stop
and the sun to rise
fading
memories
like ripples
in your pond
before it freezes
for winter
