Tag: birth

  • Poem – Dreams

    That moment waking, the slow realization that what you see is beyond the physical space is beyond what you can touch. The images raw and not bound, they flow freely from where the energy gathered as you was first born.

  • Poem – Layers

    Why do I spend each weekend breaking sweet and back? What does each peeled layer represent? What am I looking for? Across the water lapping at my feet the land rises to the sky and the cliffs. I dream in color, I dream in green I smell warm pine and feel my skin burn as…

  • Poem – Intersections

    At the intersection I woke to a wall cloud filled not with rain but fragments of some life I did not recognize… they elicited no emotion, only confusion, a detached sense of being… I watched the images for hours – people, faces, death, and birth. ~ I watched children play in the cold water of…

  • Poem – Where I Stood

    (1) Where I stood on that last day I saw you walking across the bridge. I believe you did not see me but you must have sensed my presence. When I could no longer see you I lit a cigarette and sat on a graffitied boulder near the river’s edge. (2) Let me go back…

  • Why do We Fight?

    Clouds part and the setting sun burns the last rays into my eyes before disappearing behind the trees.  Such balance as each of these systems, including my just sitting here, has a role. Finally the path I am on makes sense.  Pieces from everywhere scattered to the wind are falling into place, and for the…

  • Jackson Pollock Poem – Black 1912

    Shadow handcuffs removed visible light vanquished every days truth challenged the mirror turns inside out. In the year of 1912 what was known understood, even accepted, began to shift. Paradoxes emerged and the human mind sourced from beyond these four walls, sparse apple trees planted last fall, the blood-red sky of early winter morning –…