Tag: fire

  • Poem – Before

    Before this fire painted the sky. Water and rivers of molten earth. The sun guarding the primordial land before we arrived.

  • Poem – I Touched Heaven

    The other evening with autumn at hand we place wood upon the fire poplar engaged in a slow dance, a foreign beat the crackle and sizzle fade away. Your eyes take my eyes Your lips embrace my lips. I touched Heaven

  • Poem – What We Must Do

    In the first light of day we head from the city into the greening forest filled with bird voices. We reached the bottom of the first hill when we stopped in our tracks – remains of a deer. For the 3rd time in the last three years, we have found the reamins of deer while…

  • Poem – Beginning of a Season in Hell

    I am petrified, The walls surrounding me Reaching towards Heaven and Hell Thoughts consumed, Turn towards the past What I had and lost and what I gave up I see her image, Like I remember Her warm touch, Her warm tears upon my cheek A deep voice to protect me Further back I travel to…

  • Poem – Walked Across the Field

    I walked across that empty field after the weeds took over and boulders fell from the darkening sky and trees took root. I walked across what used to be the empty field a gameboard for my mind a history of what has taken place, what I allowed to happen and I threw gasoline everywhere and…

  • Poem – The Orange Sky Burns

    Poem – The Orange Sky Burns

    The orange sky burns cloud timbers graying and ashen purple smoke escapes the embers, blue sky becomes more rare succumbing as the fire spreads from the horizon toward the moon and venus. Columns of fire support the sky upon a platform of gray clouds between each blink of an eye the boundary, a division, moves…

  • Poem – Deconstructed, part 3 (Fracture 12)

    Have we met before? Perhaps on a distant planet, on the other side of the known universe. White and gold petals scattered through the void we cannot see, while consuming everything we do see. I stand within light on a floating island. The willow tree comforts me on the long journey from planet to planet,…

  • 2013 Poetry Month #5 – Liminal

    The following poem was written by Joshua Kryah from the collection “Glean”, published in 2007 by Nightboat Books. Liminal (your voice so terribly human, its distance) Charged, the despotic fire banks. (It was told to.) Ash arches even further, its single shadow listless, pre-determined. Summoned by the great cloud, its remains scattered in every direction, I…

  • Poem – Solace

    The broken sky appears over the horizon as the highway opens and we begin descending into Grand Marais. Across the calm water orange specks gather and coagulate until the whitish streaks are consumed by the setting sun. A sense of home or place elusive the past few months flawlessly and automatically distills itself within us.…

  • Ancient and Simple

    An evening walk to the shoreline, we carry the Christmas tree to a makeshift fire pit made with ancient stones swept up from the bottom of the sea. We will continue the tradition of burning the tree and giving it back to nature. Sitting upon a rock beneath the moon with a large and thick…

  • Retreat – Challenges and Setbacks

    An update on the wildlife retreat we have been working on the past 2-years.  The first phase is done and we will take the winter off and enjoy the trees and bird songs.  Phase two, which will be prairie grass restoration, starts in the spring of next year.  Along with the joy of the various…

  • Retreat Building, 09/08/12

    Retreat Building, 09/08/12

    Work on the retreat has been going well the past few weeks.  Though our time has been tight and hectic, when it comes to nature and the vision we are working towards, it is worth it.  Today, Patti completed painting of the interior in a greenish/brownish color, depending on how much sunlight streams through the…

  • Poem – Fire, #1

    The gathering around the stone circle Each tells a story in turn and the others listen closely, intently. Silent agreement with folded hands, clear hooded minds and the thickening smoke pushes each inside with eyes closed. I peer through the smoke at the blackening sky concealed by city lights and city of industries. What is…

  • The Meeting

    (1) I followed the man in a red robe with deep purple beads and dreadlocks through the town square lined with meat, seafood, rugs, and incense vendors. Past the fountain until we stopped at the waters edge. I vow to become the swift moving stream atop the slow moving bedrock that is the world I…