Living
An Adult
This Place in Space
This world
This place in space
Intangibly real
Unreal misplaced
Molded unfolded
Surrounded with air
Life forms exist in a mutable
snare
Changes arrange us in ever new
paths
Cages entrap us in fourth and in
halves
We’re taken down to unfathomable
depths
Only to surface and catch a few
breaths
Unconsciously conscious we move
through the maze
An unfocused blur
We grope through the haze
Yet sometimes I wonder if we
haven’t a place
Are we part of the cosmos
Have some meaning in space
Burb Blues
There’s got to be more than
babies and bottles
Four bedroom ramblers and two car
garages
There got to be more than trips
to the health club
P.T.A., league games and freeway
barrages
There’s got to be more than
tennis and bridge
Who left their husband, who built
on the ridge
Somewhere there’s palaces, artists,
enchantment
Culture and elegance for my
heart’s encampment
Somewhere, there’s poetry,
playwrights, and dancing
Harpists, and flautists just
right for romancing
Somewhere there’s substance and
real conversation
And poetry that stimulates the
mind’s transportation
Somewhere in this world there has
got to be more
Than the girls down the street
and the man at the door
Creating Karma
It always seems so clear to me
the path that should be taken
It always shocks my soul to see
the path some have forsaken
Cold and cruel and heartless ways
are the path they’ve woven
Wicked, mean, and harmful ways
are the path they’ve chosen
It always seems so clear to me
and yet they choose another
The one that hurts and makes it
worse is how they treat their brother
The Healer
Oh Sea
Take me away with you
to another place
another time
Reach out with your great arms
and hold me
As your tide draws back into itself
take my bruised heart with you
take away the alone ness
the heartache
the grief
that I have heaped up
inside myself
You have been my friend
Companion
And great healer so often
So once again
I come to you
Caress me with your motion
Heal me with your pounding surf
Wash me clean again
Oh Sea
Take me away with you
to another place
another time
Reach out with your great arms
and hold me
As your tide draws back into itself
take my bruised heart with you
take away the alone ness
the heartache
the grief
that I have heaped up
inside myself
You have been my friend
Companion
And great healer so often
So once again
I come to you
Caress me with your motion
Heal me with your pounding surf
Wash me clean again
Mood Swings
Why am I so high and yet so low
So far and yet so near
So up and yet so down
Confused and yet so clear
Contradictions
Does it sometimes seem
That white is black and black is
white
Does it
sometimes seem
That right is wrong and wrong is
right
Does it
sometimes seem
That dim is bright
and bright is dim
Does it sometimes
seem
You win you lose, you lose you win
Does it sometimes
seem
That rich is poor and
poor is rich
Does it sometimes
seem
The witch is a saint the saint’s a
witch
Birth Place
Birds of the morning burst
barriers of sleep
Open the heart of budding spring
Winter’s dormant slumber breaks
the chrysalis of death
Life reincarnates again
Sea Dweller
I don’t dwell by the sea
But the
sea dwells in me
Though it moves far way
I feel it
each day
I watch the moon
And my
spirit communes
With the sea on a shore
Near a
long distant moor
I have gifts from the sea
That whisper to
me
A long ago song
I listen and long
To be there where the sea
Can wash
over me
And caress my soul
With its
gentle hello
Where the sea mists
and the salty damp spray
Envelop the ships as they drift on the bay
Where the fog horn
moans a deep haunting call
And the sea birds cry as they lift and fall
The Last Rose
Hardy it stays longer than the
rest
Browned on the edges from chilly
October nights
Still a deep rose blush is
enclosed inside it’s petals
Wanting to burst forth but not
receiving enough warmth
Enough sun to reach it’s fullness
It’s unfolding
No one will ever know how
exquisite
That rose might have been because
it got to chilly
It grew to late in the season
And before it could bloom
It died on the vine
My Heart
My heart has to wander
Meander
and
saunter
Along coastlines and shores
And boats in
the harbors
My heart has to linger
and savor
and finger
The sands at the sea sides
the shells in
the riptides
My heart has to quiver
and hover
and shiver
In awe and wonder
at lightning
and thunder
My heart has to wander
meander
and saunter
Through avenues and Burroughs
and art space and book stores
My heart has to skip
and gallop
and canter
Through fields full of wild
flowers
and hear the
birds banter
My heart has to wander
and wonder
and
ponder
At the meaning of life
and
death
and beyond here
The Still
nesssssssss
When I am unable to look at the
images of the world
It’s madness threatening to
overtake me
I go to
The still
nesssssssssss
There I see God’s working
And know that a higher power is
still in charge
The still
nessssssssss
Of a hilltop overlooking the
world
I hear angel voices whisper in
the wind
That all is well
The still
nesssssssssss
After a snowstorm
Everything coated with soft white
lace
The air fresh after washing the
world of all it’s psychic debris
The white gloves on the arms of
the trees hold me in a calm embrace
The still nessssssssssss
Of a starry moon-filled night I
become one with the infinity of space
No longer concerned about the
madness of this life
It doesn’t really matter in the
big picture of the progress of the universe
The still nessssssssssss
Gives me hope, peace, and an
abiding calmnesssssssss
Treasure Chest
Light filters through golden
slivers
It is the hour between dusk and
dark
Burnt umber trunks slither
through gold doubloons
Ruby oak leaves sparkle in the
light
Red, green, silver maples glimmer
In the vespers of afterglow
Citrine and topaz fires flame
brush and bush
Emerald green leaves turned
crimson shine
Amidst the crystal air
The jeweled facets of Autumn’s
glory
Enclose me
Walking With The River
Walking with the river
In the evening vesper glow
Walking with the current
Going with the flow
A gentle breeze surrounds me
Downy ducklings drift along
Walking with the river
I hear the rivers song
Calming and soothing
It brings comfort to my soul
Walking with the river
Letting everything else just go
The river's my companion
quiet and still
Walking with the river
Is the way I love to feel
Why We Keep Horses
They stand as sentinels shining
in the sun,
the curves of their muscles streamlined
for speed.
They bring a calm as they graze in
the pastoral pasture,
a simple reverie that soothes our
souls.
They are patient and kind,
help us simplify,
don’t require much,
just a few pats on the head,
a cheerful hello,
some hay,
An apple from the tree.
They have existed for eons,
much longer than we humans.
They have been our horse power
through long journeys,wars, mail,
and stagecoaches.
Now they are just our large pets.
We don’t ride anymore.
We love, groom, and brush them,
Trim their long roped manes,
Curry their soft satin fur.
Somehow they know when we are in
trouble
and heal us with their strength,
just by standing in their presence.
They still give back
with their horsepower.
*We - My husband and I
Ocean Medicine
Heads bob like birds on a platinum sea.
They wait for the perfect wave.
From the top of the cliff I glide with pelicans
wind currents catching my hair.
Gulls soar,
free fall,
then lift,
freedom in their flight.
With a bird’s view I watch the changes
clouds merging and shifting above me.
A ribbon of silver cuts through shining glass.
The sun a spotlight on the water
moving away
away
away
until it disappears
in an endless ocean.
My Drum
My drum was so different from
other’s drums.
Drum circles drew me, mine had a
foreign moan
It had a unique timbre and tone.
Even my family could not
comprehend me
Sometimes like an orphan, so alone.
My drum was so different from
other’s drums.
I felt things others didn’t feel
I felt things others didn’t feel
Voices that spoke to me weren’t
my own,
They had a distinct timbre and tone.
Strange visions seem to appear to
me
Was I born with a call, psychic
gifts can’t disown,
My drum was so different from
other’s drums.
My isolation like a lone leaf at sea.
Always looking for my own true
home.
My drum was so different from
other’s drums.
It had an unusual timbre and tone
Birthdays
Each year of survival on the
planet deserves a pat on the back.
It marks an accumulation of time,
the scars of experience,
the tests of endurance,
Some birthdays are like bright balloons
lifting through sapphire blue skies,
a son’s return from the military,
a
granddaughter’s birth,
a birds melody as spring returns.
Other birthdays are like skinned knees,
a breakup with a high school
sweetheart,
a wife’s funeral succumbing to cancer,
a
grandson’s diagnoses of childhood
diabetes.
Birthdays are the poignant
reminder
of the calm or troubled waters of life.
of the calm or troubled waters of life.
