Mountains and Ice

Tag: water

  • Poem – Stars

    As evening settles in I wait for Leroy as she watches the tree line. I feel we are not alone beneath the clear sky, free of the sun. The black water flips the sky and transposes the sublime night-time patterns. I become transfixed on one particular yellowish dot and after looking away I no longer…

  • Poem – From the Marathon

    The poem “From the Marathon” from the reading on 05/04/14. This piece is part of a larger work titled “Marathon Through Open Fields”. I awoke running through snowy fields, the bison lumbering with frozen noses and hanging breath the autumn wheat dusted with snow, weighed down from ice pellets they do not budge when I…

  • Poem – Fort Snelling

    Another poem from the “Joline” series. (1) We walked to the river beneath the towering cement bridge. A solitary barge moved with grace and silence. Our voices were not silent. Djarum smoke filled the space between us as we took turns speaking and telling stories releasing pent-up anger. I felt your direction was directionless you…

  • Poem – Of Tide and Time

    Of Tide and Time, by Hanakia Zedek What is life if not transfixed within this brittle shell A miraculous brilliance juxtaposed With so little time within a fragile hold This cell This Heaven This Hell Do tell But not of beliefs and fancy fair But what is right here And now And how And what…

  • Dreaming of Home

    I know you are out there, and I hope you are waiting for my return. Each day you swim within my thoughts, attaching to everything I think, consuming what ever I have left. A slow walk across the airfield beneath mountain shadows. I see pictures of you and building emotions overflow and surface things I…

  • Artist – Danae Stratou and Desert Breath

    Desert Breath is a land-based art project in the middle of the Sahara Desert that was finished in 1997 and is still standing today. This installation brings together many concepts and ideals, mixing art with nature (sand, rock, water, mountains), and the profound and delicate path we walk within both. http://www.danaestratou.com/projects/exterior/desert-breath

  • Poem – As Years Pass

    A quiet moment as the sun sets. Fields emerging from thinning snow. What is distant is near – train horn and coyotes cause us to look over tree tops into the horizon. Logically I know the concept of time, a forward motion from here to there, from present to future – a progression – time…

  • Poem – Untitled

    Sometimes word just get in the way of the image.  The image speaks everything we want to say and everything we are afraid to say, and everything we are unable to say.

  • Poem – Daily Observations from Lutsen, MN

    Daily observations from Lutsen, MN #1 Rocky shoreline, we walked with Leroy following closely behind, grows when the sun sets and the superior water becomes frozen and black. #2 Across the blackness there is space, inhabited, desolate, empty – except today when I see each stone and each snowflake. #3 Starlight from galaxies is ancient,…

  • Poem – Black Water

    Across streets lined with promises and desires through baseball diamonds and strawberry fields the black water reflects the new moon and the promise of tomorrow’s stars.

  • Picture of the Day: The Sky Shadow – Mt. Rainier

  • 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 – After The Fog

    This poem was written as a response to the visual prompt at Northography. We walked the shoreline into the thick fog. Guided by instincts closed eyes and the way feet touch the ground we fell into the fog. Days passed as we felt safe, held by something we did not know or understood. Questions fell…

  • Poem – For Now I am the Winter

    For now I am the winter beneath the mask revealed beneath the cold water of the sea. Eyes open to the sky above the surface breath held time slows as snow flakes float. The sea cradles my limp body carries me further into depths away from the forming ice. The sea floor echoes. For now…

  • Poem – Oblivious

    In a dream the sea stopped calm and clear the ocean floor of seashells reflecting the morning sun and we walked along the shoreline hand and hand the last day together.