Tag: fire

  • Poem – Fracture 74 (Fire)

    Poem – Fracture 74 (Fire)

    into the flames the willow tree burns smoldering leaves melt from the crown dripping into the snow. I walk away as the last root burns and shake gasoline from my fingertips. the waiting messiah smiles snow building around its presence. the thinning horizon meets the whitening land as shadows disperse. when the last ember cools…

  • Poem – Captured Halos

    The black morning hides tall pine trees rising against the star filled sky. The silence broken only by the canines response to the pack of coyotes and their screams. A heavy mist hugs the wet ground and stones glistened with the slightest light. Through the drifting smoke the scattered sun brings to life the forest…

  • Poem – The Ancients

    Scattered across the window Overlooking the rocky outline Of the lake shore. Cast from the memories of thousand years Together we embrace as the fire Fills the black sky with our own universe And the reflection of the time we have endured And the souls we have emerged as on the other side. Standing side…

  • 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…

  • Trees and the True Home

    The solitude and calm of a northern MN forest is an inviting and welcome break from the city. Pine trees gently sway in the autumn wind and the sun casts tall shadows beneath the crystal blue. This place is a refuge for animals and people and a delicate balance plays out each day. We are…

  • Poem – Sense of All

    And in the evening light we chase the floating particles, each a piece of ourselves set free from the fire. In this moment we lose sense of “I” and become the “we” with the trees, the light, the darkness and the whole of the universe.

  • Poem – Rebirth

    Poem – Rebirth

    At the top of the mountain beyond the pass I stopped and looked back at the path I wandered and there were no footsteps in the powdered snow. Further beyond the talus and scree the empty field burns and I watch with waning fear as I let go of that previous version of me burning…

  • Poem – What Remains

    What remains shrouded in smoke behind the veil we created? What is left when the empty field clears and our eyes open? So many questions remain at the end of each day with little reprieve to find the answers. The fires build and we respond or let them burn out with no intervention. I return…

  • Poem – No Words

    “No words”, as the sky burns and we watch from another place. “No words”, as I remember a time before time standing atop mountains overlooking valleys filled with smoke and spirits of ten thousand beings.

  • Poem – A Season in Hell

    A season in hell has passed as I rose through the fractures in the liquid earth and woke in the fields beneath the winter sun. Surrounded by snow and bare trees I immediately recognized this place and only knew of my journey here by the deep and fresh scars.

  • Poem – Cleansed Through Smoke and Fire

    On the earth I walk with light steps and place fallen branches in the pit. To the sky I gaze through pine trees and watch smoke disperse to the heavens. To my future self I set the path, wash away the dirt, and cleanse the soul.

  • Poem – What is this Fire We Walk Within?

    I don’t need words and pages to explain the concept of hell – just being human, just living will teach you invaluable lessons, will drag you through depths testing and defining character while breaking what you thought you know, who you thought you were. Hell is boundless and placeless – stop for a moment while…

  • Poem – Fire

    Winter is finally put to rest, for now, as the sky turns black and the forest bends in the hour filled with frequent strikes and increasing intensity, the dry earth quick to give up secrets, quick to burn before the rain arrives.

  • Poem – Layered Sky

    Layered autumn sky like the waves rising from the horizon minutes before landing at the shore. Sky layered like the chapters of a life lived and lived hard – pages become the days counted since the beginning of time – that experience we survived emerging from the fire carrying the fragments that are left –…

  • Perspective

    As the wind blows across sand, rocks, and driftwood I marvel at the change within me that I am aware of. Time has not softened the being, but strengthened through experiences and exposure to a world so scary as a child. Reaching out beyond the close-knit sphere I sought to understand the blood and tears…