I do not see you, Winter,
And I do not feel your chill.
Your bitter winds cannot break my will.
I will have no ragnarok,
nor do I hear heimdall on his horn.
Night will pass, and a new day will be born.
The sun will shine again on my Valhalla,
And the Tree of Wisdom will bloom.
Odin will reign over the mead-halls,
And Loki will bring no doom.
Let the Thunder God roar in the battlefield,
Let the Giants of old Midgard sleep.
And in the warm golden light of the sun
My timeless runes will I keep.
Though I walk through your snows,
O Winter,
I do not feel your cold.
For in the dawn of the everlasting Spring
Your touch will have no hold.
I do not heed you, Winter,
Nor bend to your desire.
I will sit and write my runes
By the warmth of the crackling fire.
MythologyThe sky bleeds over the hilltops:
Birth of a new day.
The edge of God's eye
Peaks blue, orange and gold
Over the horizon.
Somewhere a giant's breath
Breaks over the cold blue,
Rolling across the sky
In white puffs.
Sol blinks,
And for a few moments
Shares the sky with his colder cousin.
God averts His eye
To the other side,
Leaving the heavens black.
But Sol's sisters sparkle,
And God still watches
From the cold white face
Of the moon.And the coyote knows,
For he sings.
The Suicide's LamentJesus bled for me
But why did I slit my wrists?
I didn't do it for Him,
So how did I come to this?
The face that I see in the mirror
Is quickly growing pale.
My life is bleeding away.
In what greater way could I fail?
What will they say when they find me?
What will it do to my friends?
Dear God, it will break their hearts.
Why did I do it, then?
Out of My Mind
If I could only change my color
To please the seasons that please me so,
But my skin only comes one color
And so the seasons come and go
And I myself my way must go
Alone.The seasons and I cannot comply.
If only I could never sin
And piety in me could win
Over lust and appetite --
If only I could wear the white.
But the coat on my back is black.Temperance and I cannot comply.
If only I could find in me
Or the world at large, or out to sea,
An antidote to the restless yearning
I feel in me, a constant turning
Down blind alleys.Contentment and I cannot comply.
And I wish I could find simplicity --
Peace between my world and me --
A state in which I could simply BE,
And not concern myself with
the seasons,
temperance,
and the search for
contentment.I wish at last, I could let it all lie,
And just sit back and watch time roll by.But time and I cannot comply.
Upon reading "The Brilliant Leaves",
by Carolyn Gordon.Winter of Summer Memories
Summer days of golden skin,
Green meadows and floating butterflies,
And fields of yellow buttercups;
Memories, familiar but strange.Barefoot and swirling in a soft white dress,
Auburn hair cast golden in the sunlight,
Wild grass bending, following the
White Angel's lead
In a summer dance.
A nymph out of time, she haunts her
Young Apollo.Time draws out,
Colors change from green to gold and crimson.
The girl becomes a woman, and the boy becomes a man.
Untouched by time,
She bounds ahead in an autumn dance.
Barefoot and swirling in a soft white dress,
She stirs the colored leaves upon the ground,
Spirit yearning to trap summer in an
Eternal moment.
But, barefoot and swirling on the edge of eternity,
The White Angel slips her lover's grasp,
Lays with broken wings
In a grave of green ferns.Apollo fleas the sight of the broken Angel,
Frost-bitten lips parted in a voiceless lament.
In her grave of green ferns the White Angel
Sleeps an eternal summer,
While her lover lives an eternal winter of
Summer memories.
TearsTears once could break my will
And rears beguile me still.
But, pretty woman, I know your tricks
And it's time to call it quits.I see you there,
Half hidden in the shadows.
Your body is vulnerable and fragile.
I pity you.
But I know behind the shadows
Your face is hard and cruel.You are two people
One real, one false
And the facade feeds off it's prey:
The meek and gentle heart.Shed your tears.
Though it grieves me,
I have nothing more to give.
So I use my last bit of strength
To leave, before
Instinct blinds, and i stay,
Just to wipe your tears away.
What I Learned In Art ClassShe reaches
for the mobile
of wide rubber bands
suspended overhead
by a single white string.
The touch of her fingertip
disturbs
the bottom
wiggler, sends
vibrations
into the ribcage
of the rubber band beast,
creating a pulsating
dance,
she the nimble partner,
tip-toe atop
the blue stool,
and I catch a flash of her
navel and her ribs
dancing beneath her white
skin as she shudders,
reaching to touch the
rubber band beast
suspended by a string
from the beam
overhead.
Never MindIf you had a dream
But it didn't come true,
Never mind.
Never mind.If everything you worked for
All fell through,
Never mind.
Never mind.If the one you loved
Broke your heart,
Never mind.
Never mind.If your house of cards
Has fallen apart,
Never mind.
Never mind.If you missed your final
opportunity,
Never mind.
Never mind.If you can't be everything
You want to be,
Never mind.
Never mind.For if you need
To call on me,
I won't be far,
Nor hard to find.I'll lift you up
When you need to be.
For I'm your friend,
And you are mine.
Wind on Water
The only thing harder than chasing rainbows
Is chasing a feeling.
Finding the right words to say,
Or the right way to say them.
I wish I had a bag of magic dust
That I could sprinkle all around you,
Sparkling like tiny stars
Swirling in your orbit.
But there is no magic - only miracles.
It would be a miracle
If I could make you feel
Like wind on water.
Suddenly weightless,
Feel yourself lifted up and away
On a gust of my love.
Hear me calling like a gull
Over the crashing waves,
Diving and searching
For your gentle footprints
In the sand.
Feel the breeze wrapped around you
Like invisible arms,
And the sun kissing your skin.
Feel the rush in your heart
And the tingling in your limbs
As the life inside you
Burns with the brilliance
Of a thousand stars.
And just before the power of your soul
Turns the oceans to steam,
You rise up - up, and out
Caressing the tortured world
With kindness -
All with the grace
Of wind on water.
My Own Sweet Time
(For Lennie)I can tell time.
The minute you're born
The clock begins counting down,
Ticking off time
Like some mad bean counter.
But that doesn't mean
I'm rushing to meet the deadline.No, I have plenty to do.
Childhood days spent
Playing along the creek,
Borrowing watermelons
From our neighbor's field.
Schoolbooks by day and
Chores by night.
Grandpa Woodson was blind,
But I only let him braid my hair.
I didn't care.
I loved him, and he called me
"Baby Doll".The senior prom.
High school graduation.
Falling in love.
Making love.
My wedding night.
Giving birth to my beautiful daughter,
And the son who was only with me
For nine months,
Though he is still within me, now.Yes, I have lived.
And I'm still living.I have grandchildren,
Gray hair, false teeth
And scars.
But I look good,
And I'm still beautiful,
Not because men tell me so,
Though it feels good to be told.
I'm no poet -
I leave that to my friend, here,
Putting words in my mouth.
But I'm an expert woman,
And an experienced human being.
I can teach him a few things.There is a witicism that says:
"Heaven isn't ready for me, yet,
And the devil is afraid I'll take over."
I couldn't have said it better, myself.When I leave this hospital,
Take me to the nearest
Rose garden, or sunset.
And if anyone has two arms to spare,
I like hugs.
Hey, even a one armed hug will do.I have hopes, dreams,
And a lot more love to give.
I have plenty to do.
And I'm taking my
Own
Sweet
Time.
Just A Dream Away
It's five o'clock in the morning,
And my bed covers are confused
About the order of things.
There's something unsettling
About sheets and quilts
Half kicked to the floor,
And the early morning chill
Wrapped around my legs.
So I pull the covers up over me,
In any order they come,
And think it's a sorely disorganized way
To start the day.I wonder if you're
Dreaming about me, now?
Alone in your bed,
Wrapped in the warm arms
Of sleep.
I can see your face,
Your gentle lips that smile
With the sweetness of honey.
And I wonder if you can
Feel me -
Feel the whisper of an
Invisible feather
Brushing your cheek.
That's the breath of my soul,
Watching you sleep.My eyes are getting heavy,
And my legs are getting warm.
Thoughts of you
Are soothing as a lullaby.
It's six o'clock in the morning,
And there's something peaceful
About slipping back to sleep -
For just another hour -
With you just a dream away.
Soul Food
Look at this plate
Of black eyed peas,
Corn bread, cabbage and meat.
Sweet potatoes and
Red tomatoes -
A home made
Working man's feast.
A pitcher made
Of lemonade
And strawberry ice cream, too.
But the best thing of all
At this table, tonight
Is warm and wonderful
You.There's a chill out there
In the autumn air
And daylight is slipping away.
But here in your kitchen
The weather is fine
For passing the time away.
The food on my plate
Is hot, and it's good
But the kind doesn't matter, you see -
When it comes with a smile
And a piece of your heart
It's all soul food to me.
A Break In the Storm
Early in the morning
Before the full break of day
The clouds rolled back
And let the sun
Shine through my window.A soft, peaceful light,
Giving form and volume
To the world around me.
Mastering shadows,
God's light gives life
To the colors of the world.This is a break in the storm,
A moment of quiet peace
before the clouds move back in
And the rain begins to fall.
A peace I long for,
As I long for the
Loving embrace
of your arms.
In the Sweet Gentle Hours of the Night
My eyes are heavy, but sleep won't come
I've said goodnight to the setting sun
The air is cool and silent, now
I'll find a sense of peace, somehow.
I wish I had you here to hold
To chase away the winter cold
I hope you feel the way I do
And long for me as I long for you
In the sweet, gentle hours of the night.I'm waiting, yes, I'm waiting, Lord
Her love is what I'm waiting for
Let my love and I be one
Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done
In the sweet, gentle hours of the night.
Take Me
Take me, I'm yours.
Though I am free to be
Anything, anywhere.
There is no chain between us,
No silken cord of lock and key.
What we have is a bridge,
And the world is a river
That runs beneath.
Dive in and swim,
Wade in the shallow,
Or sit and watch
From the sandy banks.
But any time you want me -
Any time you need me -
Just come to the bridge.
Start from your end,
I'll start from mine,
And meet me in the middle.
We'll carve our initials
In the tree of life,
And make love in her shade.
Where the Sun Meets the Earth
I walk through
Snow covered dreams,
Deep in winter,
On frozen lakes of blue ice.Every step takes me closer
To where the sun meets the earth
And warms her
With his touch.The place where rivers run free,
And oceans run deep.
The land is warm and alive,
And the days are long.But the nights will be sweetest,
When I am wrapped
In your waiting arms.
The place where the sun
Meets the earth,
And warms us both.
Stand, My Love
My love, stand up and be counted.
You possess beauty and courage,
The undying obsession of poets.
You are the vessel of life,
And I am the keeper of flame.Kiss me, my love.
Close your eyes,
And let our souls meet at the lip.
Let me feel you feel me.
We are created in the image of God,
But not His mold. We are
Diverse and perfect imperfection.Stand up, my love, and be rare.
You are more priceless
Than any weight in gold.
And if life is a chain,
Bound by it's strongest links,
Our part of the chain
Will not be broken.For if anyone can stand, my love ...
It is me.
And you.
Fresh Peach
My lips are dry, and I'm starving.
Tell me that you love me.Take me deep inside you,
So deep I can feel your soul.
I want to taste you, sweet peach,
Dripping down my happy chin.
White Knight
The world is full of angels and devils
Gentle lambs and rabid wolves
Dreamers, lovers and lie weavers
Savers and stealers of souls.One who's heart is lit with fire
Tempered by his brush with grace
Is the one with fresh desire
Hidden by his stoic face.His eyes were poured from liquid steel
His jaw is set and firm
His word is honor, true and straight
Deep within, a passion burns.He sees a hope that will not die
As long as love exists
He wears a sword upon his side
But peace is on his lips.Liars, killers, cheaters and thieves
Cut him, mock him and poison his blood
But God remains his guiding light
His dam against the rising flood.All too human, all too real
All too easily he can feel
The price is high a dreamer pays
When his dream is stripped away.Lovers, dreamers and men of honor
Live for love and love to live
Have them, hold them, give them fire
Warm them with your gentle lips.
Bold and Spicy Chili Man
I'm a bold and spicy chili man
Grade "A" U.S. Beef.
Spicy hot - I'll melt your snow
Put some color in your cheeks.Don't be cold, come on inside
Leave your clothes by the kitchen door.
Our body heat will keep us warm
It's cool - it's love you're looking for.
Heaven Or Hell
No room for a mean bastard
Inside of me.
I can't breath in a polyester world
Where wool sharks feed
On the living and the dead.
The devil wants our children,
Once he's finished with our old.
He wants me, too, but he can't have me.I will never sell my soul.
The Quiet Man
I woke up older
Than I thought I'd be.
My heart has become a stone.
Look at the colors
In the layers of my stone:They are the veins.
They are the blood.When you drop a stone into water
It creates ripples.
I can name those ripples,
And some I know their dreams.I grew up with heroes
Like John Wayne,
Who stood alone.
I've always known those men, somehow.
I've always known the walk.There's a sunset
Somewhere in my future.
I'm going to ride off into it,
But not before I find
Maureen O'Hara,
And sweep her off her feet
Like the quiet man.
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