This New Earth The summer harvest Has been reaped To feed our souls. The last bounty gone To the dust of leaves, Clinging to the mother branch Until the swirling breeze Seizes them for the ground To heal the soil, dried From August drought. One last fruit, Grateful for the light, Ferociously... Continue Reading →
A Oh, Child Oh, Child, How you hold your form. Soul of infant stars Ready to go nova. Bud of tree Rooting in familiar soil Infusing wisdom. Hatchling of hope, Fledging of wing, Seeking flight to All. Leaf, spring green, Uncurling for air With perfect fingers. Pure soul, Chaste stream, How you feed life, How... Continue Reading →
Sleep Sit Fields of rice Beating sun heat Hands for hoes Dry dirt for shoes Meals over fires Water to haul On bent back In a land with no shade Bits of life Carved into the skin as Canyons and dried rivers Crossing each other or Stitches of the days Woven like a rug for... Continue Reading →
Sometimes when you make foolish assumptions about the gifts you think you have but find they are fake, you just have to write a poem about betrayal.
Hanging Yeowtee (A Cat’s Tale as Told by Polly)
Enjoy this playful poem written and spoken in modern Midwest Catese, Polly’s Tale of adventure and danger.
Pain, The Poet
I've been releasing a lot of old pain lately, so suddenly today I wondered what I would write about! Poetry is so healing. Is pain the poet?