in the vast grand quiet at the center of the mystery of existence if it is possible that a voice …
Tag Archive: Poetry
breaking waters
I wept when I first walked the river path the rush of emerald waters broke against the rock …
how you look
I’ve walked this path 1000 days seasoned with snow sun mist it changes how you look an eagle’s nest hides in that tree each day I marvel all the same stories spin around that tree the river hides in that stretch the edge of the water hides down that bend I remember the stones dappled …
Don’t you know
Don’t you know who I am? You don’t know who I am. who am I? don’t know you. Am know don’t you who I Who I am, you don’t know. Did you like this? Share it:Tweet
winter twilight
pink sky fades to orange twilight deep violet beyond frosted mountains stand glowing against the sky cedar and fern point their silhouettes proudly against the splendid end of day. The emerald green river in its rage has changed its bed again the last few weeks of rest before spring’s thaw awakens its rage. Weary from …
impossible
photo © 2007 Mike Baird | more info (via: Wylio) a hint of spring sweetness graces the cold air the river has changed since last I went this way standing on long legs sensuous neck held aloft impossible ungainly a great blue heron lunges into flight glides effortless over the water Did you like …
relief
against the black mountain beneath the clouded skies above the leafless trees beyond the dull roar of the swollen gray river the white bird turns in relief I turn and wend my way homeward. Did you like this? Share it:Tweet
Vision
1. the architect envisions the site the purposesits at the table with pen and tools carefully draws lines crafts letters sips coffee scratches his headerases thingspauses to thinksoon the plans are finished. hot persistent terrible burningsuffocating …
touch
The river touches mountain and soundfor millenia flowing wild and free confined to its ribbon bed is this water one with the glacier one with the delta or separate different is light a wave am I the one soul …
you may think
you may think you may thinkthese are wordsthis is a poemthis looks like a clever one you may thinkyou can read itappreciate itlike a daffodil or a butterfly you may thinkhe is a poetyou are an enlightened readeryou appreciate his fine work you may thinkthis guy suckshe thinks this is poetryI’ve read Milton and Yeats …
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