Mountains and Ice

Category: Poetry

  • Poem – Heartbeat

    In the depths of winter, when I stand as one of the white birch when the ravens come to rest atop silent pines and the fields calm I finally know I am alive when I hear my heartbeat.

  • Poem – The Sky Gave Nothing Away

    I stood at the base of a mountain on a world far from where I thought I was born and fought the descending wind gathering snow and ice. The sky was void of any star yet shadows moved across fields. The sky gave nothing away and kept directions secret. Crossing snow bridges and stepping between…

  • Poem – Rain

    When my mind becomes scattered, when each of the thoughts I held in my core is lost to the wind, I seek out answers and resolutions from the natural world. On mornings when the grey sky covers the sun and the forest lives in its own green exterior, the cold air lays upon the skin,…

  • Poem – The Fragments We Keep

    Eyes open to the blackened sky. I find myself on scattered rocks. Cold waves wash over me as I struggle to remember. Ravens call across the bay. In the distance a portal opens and for the first time in years I feel hope. Ravens now carry the fragments I desire to keep.

  • Poem – Streetlights

    On the long dark road surrounded by tall trees we slowly passed zombies standing like burnt out streetlights. Surrounded by silence except the tires on asphalt they did not move or blink while we stared. Hours later we still were uncertain if they were real or forgotten nightmares emerging as signs.

  • Poem – Existence

    The dirt road lined with pine and poplar exists in familiar land and on the map, but standing here beneath the northern sky as the cool wind brushes the lake, I am without time or space. In moments where I become aware of my contact with the earth, does it matter where I exist physically…

  • Poem – The Wanderer, part 3

    In the middle of a field empty from horizon to horizon I wandered beneath empty skies until the fog appeared and I changed direction toward the emerging mass of white devouring the sky.   I wandered faithfully but with diminishing hope that at the end of this journey I would find salvation.

  • Poem – The Wanderer, part 2

    I wandered toward a hill with Joshua tree standing tall there sitting in the shade upon a rock a man. With flowers in their hair the girls dance under the cactus free of concrete city bonds flailing limbs the desert gains life and voice.

  • Poem – The Wanderer, part 1

    I was wandering in the desert flat until I reached the hills there stood a man under a cactus and the cactus flowered purple. I said hello met with silence the wind toyed with red beads and grey beard.

  • Poem – Memories

    At the dawn of each day our past experiences become memories frozen in the depths of our mind, kept safe until we need a reminder of how we got here.

  • Poem – Across the Salted Plains

    Across the salted plains We watch the sun fall The moon rise The machines sleep. In dreams spaced by 100 years I see you on the highest peak Of the homeland we once Ruled together. I woke in the snow blanketed forest Facing the morning sky. Tenants of dreams fill each fiber and neuron, I…

  • Poem – Trees

    I see the trees touch the sky and I wonder what would happen if they disappeared and nothing was left holding up the universe.

  • Poem – Emerging

    Emerging from the forest through the last barrier of this life, beasts of the past intertwined with shadows roam through the open field playing out their purpose. Standing out of their way as I am a visitor passing to the next life. Crossing the field I am met by concrete and metal machines. Is this…

  • Poem – The Last Day in This Flesh

    The last time I exit the empty field, crossing over the still black water will be the last day in this flesh. On the other side the machines wait with steely patience where they have stood for years. When we next awaken from what seems like a dream we will be near the base of…

  • Poem – When the End Arrives

    When the end arrives I will be standing in the empty fields as the moon overtakes the sun and the shadows overtake the forest waiting for you.