Category: poetry

  • stranger am i

    i stranger am i
    unknown to be
    i stranger am i
    fatigued to be
    trial as k
    no answer find
    weary talking in
    wandering warrens
    of stranger am i

  • underneath

    Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash
    the peopling ages raw
    meat hook hanging
    — don't pretend to kiss me,
    this savage morning hurts

    let me dance the razor's edge
    the deaf talk my broken digits
    the blind point my way home

    underneath, i weary stone

  • 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
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    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