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Bent On Flying

26 Saturday Nov 2022

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Beauty, Courage, Dancing, Freedom, Gratitude, Happiness, Hope, Longing, Love, Love Poems, Music, Poem, Poems, Poetry, shame, Songs, Soul, Soul Poetry, Souls, Spirit, Spirits, Strength, Survival, Unity, Yearning

Fogged in for five days,

A space, made smaller

By low-hanging clouds

That won’t go away.

Nothing is as ungovernable

As weather, except the soul,

Bent on flying–

It’s what they always get wrong

About need; I need freedom;

I need sun, and a view so clear

It extends forever, like a soul,

Bent on flying–

Beyond every cage, open space;

Beyond every wall, more room;

Beyond this fog, the sun,

So bright, it will blind you.

2

He said, the world is bound together

in shame, and shadow.

3

What serves your soul:

A walk, a song, an embrace.

Last summer, we danced

Under stars and moon,

To music from Alexa.

Last night, we danced

To Christmas jazz.

You opened the door,

Danced barefoot in snow,

Twirled under night clouds,

A free soul of sun, and song,

A soul bent on flying.

Let Me Be Like Water

19 Wednesday Oct 2022

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Death, Eternal, Eternity, God, Hope, Life, Lost, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Powerful, Prayer, Soul Poetry, Souls, Spirit, The Universe, Unity, Water, Yearning

The way water comes

In many forms,

Lapping here, at my feet,

Or droplets, from a dark sky;

Let me be like water.

My father told me

God is like water:

Ice, steam, and ocean,

The way it evaporates

Then moves in clouds

To mountaintops,

Over and over.

Let me be eternal,

Like water.

Last night, I cried,

Tears of salt, and water,

They spilled out of my body

In waves, and clouds,

Emptying my grief

Into the great God

Of the helpless-lost.

I was poured out

Into some common,

Wet universe–universe–yes,

Let me be that vast,

Powerful transformation;

Let me be like water.

Preparing for Infinity

25 Saturday Dec 2021

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Death, Death Poems, Eternal, Hope, Infinite, Infinity, Life, Love, Multiverse, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Spirit, Survival, The Universe, Unity

In his last days, he contemplates this:

In the multiverse, our universe,

In the universe, our galaxy,

In the galaxy, our solar system,

And in that, our planet,

Where you find us,

Small as we are,

Celebrating

What it means to be eternal,

To join the stars,

To become one with love,

Two points on a line,

That extend forever.

The Virtue of Aspen

05 Saturday Jun 2021

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aspen, Beauty, God, Hope, Infinite, Life, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Souls, Unity

The virtue of aspen:

quake of leaves

in soft wind;

you see one tree,

friend,

look beneath,

it’s a family,

a colony

of roots and starts,

a community of rattling souls.

I imagine, if one is cut,

all else will shudder.

Listen: Black Lives Matter

04 Friday Jun 2021

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Courage, Crows, Forgiveness, Hope, Horse poetry, Love, Love Poems, Mercy, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Ravens, Truth, Unity

We don’t understand what the birds say,
Or, the horses, who nicker and neigh.
The raven sounds far away, a message,
We think, a harbinger of what will come,
On this path today. A fellow traveler?
A moose, a deer, we can’t know,
But we try to know.
Yet, people cry out to us in real words,
We thought we knew: Black Lives Matter,
Isn’t that true? Isn’t it a simple thing
to say, but you insist it’s wrong:
All lives matter. They do.
But which of us is hurting now, friend?
Which of us feels our lives might end,
Or, be judged for the color of our skin?
Why can’t our words be simple again,
and our hearts open, to a better beginning?

The Sweet Smell of Starting Over

18 Saturday May 2019

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Bird Poem, Bird Poems, Bird Poetry, Birds, Death, Divorce, Eternity, Forgiveness, Freedom, Grace, Gratitude, Happiness, Hope, Infinite, Life, Longing, Love, Love Poems, Mercy, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Rain, Sacred, Soul, Soul Poetry, Souls, Spirit, Spirits, Spring, spring poem, Starting Over, Survival, The Universe, Unity, Women's Poems, Yearning

Even the stars are made of this:

sunshine & sweet petrichor.

What comes from above,

and we are made right,

our thirst, our life—

forgiveness,

after years of anger;

we finally feel love again.

The earth wreaks well of redemption,

grace permeates the dry ground.

And, the only sound we hear now,

birds,

who sing of starting over,

or, at least that’s what we hear,

like the smell of fresh water,

among grass, and clover:

sunshine & sweet petrichor.

The Trillium in Gig Harbor

09 Saturday Mar 2019

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Afterlife, Belief, Cedars, Death, Death Poems, Eternity, Flower Poetry, God, Hope, Infinite, Life, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Soul, Soul Poetry, Souls, Spirit, Spirits, Trillium, Truth, Unity, Women's Poems

O, Jamie, it’s beautiful—

everything is connected,

she said, before dying.

And Jamie thought of trillium

blossoming beneath musty cedar

at the edge of the sound,

the whole world epitomized

in heart of flowers,

and spirit of ancient,

mouldering trees.

The American Flag: What We Ache For

22 Saturday Dec 2018

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country, Cows, Division, Flag, half-mast, Kneeling, Life, mourning, Pain, Poem, Poems, Poetry, politics, Unity, USA

 

2009: A flag at half-mast, waving

proudly over a little hill

to the east of our house.

My husband and I pass it

on our daily walk,

and wonder who has died.

Imagine: a dirt road, fences

that demarcate ten acre plots,

meat cows, meaning dairy cows,

unfortunate to be born boys,

and given the names T-bone,

Ribeye, and Sirloin Steak.

All three, sold for forty-five dollars

to the man who waves the flag,

everyday, at half-mast.

He’s a good man,

which some would say

is a man in his seventies, a navy vet, a Christian.

All three boxes, checked off.

He also cares for his wife,

who suffered a stroke

brought on by a brain tumor.

She’s in a wheel chair,

she has difficulty remembering words,

she’s a bit judgmental–

musters enough words to let me know

she doesn’t care for my cooking.

I try to be empathetic—

Neighbors, what a strange thing,

thrown together by proximity, land,

houses, maybe a view.

What brought you there,

the only thing you have in common.

But there you are with all your need.

That year, we had the snowiest season ever,

ninety three point six inches,

but no tractor. That meant two feet of snow

in our driveway and kids needing

to get to school, us to work.

Would you believe me if I told you

that same man, that man

flying his flag, everyday at half-mast,

was out in our driveway at six am,

clearing a path to the barn,

clearing a path to the road?

We didn’t even ask it of him,

wouldn’t have thought to ask it.

I imagine you’re wondering,

why I keep saying– he flew the flag at half mast,

but maybe you already guessed

it was because he disapproved the president,

felt the choice would ruin the country.

Thus, a nation in mourning–

when really, it was only him mourning.

It was him saying, I hurt

because of your choice. I ache,

because you voted for a man I opposed.

(Maybe he was saying he was pissed off, too.)

It’s just a flag,

but at half-mast, in my mind,

it became a division:

the day I walked our pony down the road,

and she escaped me and ran

to the base of his flagpole,

the nights the great horned owl

perched on his flagpole

hunting our cats,

the snow days from school,

ten of them that year,

where our kids, and his grandkids,

rode sleds and snowboards down the hill,

while one would stand and look for cars

under his hurting flag.

The flag wouldn’t come back up,

not until his wife died and the house sold,

and his meat cows were replaced

with more meat cows and a horse operation–

and, because it was 2016, a new president

the half-mast man would approve,

but would make others hurt, ache,

kneel, and fly their own flags,

on their own flagpoles, at half-mast.

The End of Hate

12 Wednesday Dec 2018

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Birth, Division, Hate, Lies, Other, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Social Media, Unity

Hate

feels to me now

like a ten month pregnancy;

ready to cut it out,

or just birth the thing.

Has to be better

than stretch and ache,

and what feels like the breaking of bones.

Unity: Horse and Human Together

05 Thursday Apr 2018

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Death, Fear, Freedom, Happiness, Heaven, Horses, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Togetherness, Tom Dorrance, Unity

“Try to figure out some way to understand this thing the horse is so full of, and that he has such a strong desire to get from the person in return. It has to be togetherness. Mind, Body and Spirit is what we’re talking about here.” Tom Dorrance, True Unity

Our shared emotion,

Seventeen of twenty-seven:

Happiness, worry, fear.

What is it, rising up

Like spirit, from your eyes,

Like heaven. An open field,

Where all that matters is love

And connection, knowing

We are safe from what chases,

Knowing we are strong,

mistakes forgotten, and free.

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