Category: poetry

  • toll

    Photo by Alla Kemelmakher on Unsplash
    how lonely the tolling of
    the bell sans clapper
    as come those mists of
    yon forest vale

  • fireys

    there are days i wish
    i could be all fireys
    and toss my head away
    so that i could
    get all chilly down
    and think clearly
    for just one day

  • i zen not

    i zen not
    it reeks of haiku
    on bird-shat
    statues
    Photo by Fabian Bächli on Unsplash

  • under star

    Photo by Troy Olson on Unsplash
    sleeping spoon under star
    blue moon, turquoise nights
    running whitewater overhead
    everything path stays on path
    running shadowed forest
    embraced of moment's arms

  • tossing a rune — 10jun25

    ehwaz
    sitting backwards
    to see what is ahead
    a long and winding road
    wending through forests
    to before we were young
    in tall pines
    three crows calling

    Another rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random. Today’s rune is ehwaz, which has a core meaning of “horse”. A horse is often associated with journeys, travel and movement. By extension, it also implies symbiosis with another living creature and loyalty, or trust.

  • daybreak sends

    green trees near body of water
    Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
    to quell all dreaming
    long black snake riding
    writhing at land's end

    days i tire of thinking —
    must be something more
    just around the bend

    pull over waysides
    drinking travel mug brew
    to stare at what daybreak
    sends

  • door in the wood

    sunlight shining through old growth woods
    Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash
                  — and yes i recall
    the hill with the tree and
    the door and the key
    but i don't think it
    will turn for me
    anymore

        — so who will remember
    when the rain starts to fall
    of that door in the wood
    to let the ghost
    of me in?

  • consuming flame

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
    dirt under nails
    cut ragged for
    all the digging
    leaving roots
    bared to the sun

    my lifeblood
    flows these
    seeking fingers
    and i stare
    wondering
    where it has
    all been drawn

    wicker the dreams
    at the man
    caging flame
    consume all
    desires for ash

  • dreams only

    Photo by Dana on Unsplash
    i suppose that sometimes
    a dream is only a dream
    but these always lean
    towards rude awakenings

  • holiday

    Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash
    overdone & unmoored
    sent adrift & becalmed
    uncertain of standing
    or taken sitting down
    wondering what was
    done to deserve these
    days

    you're due for holiday
    they say, but where do you go
    when even going away
    makes you feel like this
    on these days