Tag: poetry

  • smudging space

    sage bundles in a pot for smudging
    Photo by Ginny Rose Stewart on Unsplash
    i smudge space most days
    inviting spirits to my smoke at
    campfires within indoor plains
    for no reason at all
    but to give them space to
    rest their weary before
    they carry on & then on

  • two-twenty

    sunlight shining through old growth woods
    Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash
    my body is my drum
    humming at two-twenty
    thumps per minutes
    from my thumb, terraforming
    my world before my eyes
    turning inside to see
    where everything is
    leaves and evergreens
    with buzz wing dragonflies
    dancing pastel skies
    slumbering in dream
    under a springtime sun

    hanging words on oak
    my heart bursts wide

  • hear her

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    fever head her
    birch song wind
    russet leaves dead
    sleet ticktaps pines
    as she stands strong

    hear her, hear her
    under the wood
    alder sap & painted
    hear her, hear her
    underdark
    underwood
    shadowsonged

    fever head her
    blackthorn pricks
    stone the river run
    river under ice
    and brambles strong

    hear her...

  • stone turning

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    this every stone turned
    hides another lie
    buried in permafrost
    look to the other
    find your heart within
    chase the chill away

  • dawn

    back against metal
    frost skin bruised
    waiting for the sun

    concrete chipped cuts
    those nylon nerves 
    screaming for the sun

    i love you like
    you don't love me while
    dawning before the sun

  • adrift

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    flood homes we float
    from staircase to stair
    debris seeking alone

    adrift, scattered words
    waterstained india black
    flowing as souls do wet

    hands our fingers bite
    sending words awry
    breaking fountains
         feathered

    washing stone

  • south lane

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    these shadows on the moon
    cast a face of yours in pale
    throwing stars numbered
    sharp, cutting and fallen
    will we remain the unforgiven?

    in one year or three
    we will see if you walk
    down south lane dreams
    see if knots truly bind or
    if unkindly ones give tell

    the ocean's scent carries
    even here

  • The Dust Settles, But Not The Moss

    This morning I was able to identify the buggy element of the commenting system and now things seem to have settled down on the site in that respect. Or, rather, comments and WordPress.com integration have been behaving as expected all day and I’ll count that as a win.

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  • the fool

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    finally, a step into tomorrow
    i shook my head, no no no
    we won't go back to those
    we won't go back

    for here is alone in the
    beat of the drum of the
    heart of the wood in the
    dreaming of the years
    now

    shadowfall & the
    autumn decay bursting
    forth underboot scenting
    my way home

  • burning inside

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
    burning inside and writhing
    with their words spoken
    during long ghost nights
    carried in smoke on the wind
    hey hey sang they hey hey
    medicine for the longing within

    passing white sage silver
    on the circle all around
    the pounding of our hearts
    the bellows of our winds and
    the burning inside and
    the burning within