No stepping
on nests
while waltzing shadows
between leaves
of green trees
in sunshine.
Monthly Archives: August 2014
Benches
Now they have gone
crouching into tall grasses
or fading between branches of
long standing pine
whispering flutters
caught up with summer winds
while benches hold steady
to gathered warmth that lingers
reservations for all permanents
in the Church of the Wood.
Horse
A pale horse
running free
along the road
I watch him go
through dirty windows.
Screaming
Last night I watched that
movie about a desperate
poet
so sure of her brilliance
she stalked her hero
believing he could bestow some kind of “poetic serum”
from a vial kept wrapped
in his used napkin.
She screamed a lot
tacked a photo of Sylvia Plath upon her dead wall
and I remember
awakening between scenes thinking
of how badly she had to want it
to scream to rage to stalk
so loudly
to declare with absolute
unretractable intent
her purpose
while time slips beyond
vague edges of pregnant beginnings and surface grazing
I have never thought to
scream or rage
or charge anyone
at all.
Storm
Warning beep
dog crouches low
all motor life
exiting.
I strike one match
lay my candle down
still light calm
rain.
Footsteps
to the window
green forest thunder
I go I go.
Robin
He walked among us
awhile
occupying that space
between
ponderous straight man
and our own private clown.
His Going shakes us.
Sobers.
Reminds us again:
to respect
humanity’s fragility—-
his
—our own.
We are not
our achievements.
We are human.
Soft
Breakable
Small.
Each one
worthy
of love
Remembrance.
Leaving our imprint
to linger in
warm places.
Love
Too far
proximity defines
possibility
inch
liar pretender coward
synchronicity
lust
clear eyes gazing
blindness
fantasy inhalants hallucinations
resistance
longing denial relenting
advance of dance
lyrics undressed
letters
push
wonder star dreams
stepping
sidewalk stomp lament
sorrow
sighing earth fire
repeat
sparring rest compete
answer
recall single lines
slingblade
strings with moonface
nonsense
hand jive juvenile
shielding hearts
competitive minds
madness
joy laughter spring water
fall
consensus ad idem
you there
taking my time.
Guitar
We’ve come through some stuff
shared some secrets
you and I.
Moment
In the woods, now
listening to bird calls
squirrel flutterings
butterfly wings.
Lucky me.
In fearless privilege
the presence of
such ordinary things.
Portugal
https://soundcloud.com/fhaedra/portugal
I feel your age and walk
softly across your cobblestone
I climb your steep hills
to arrive at secret doorways
I wear a skeleton key to enter
ascend narrow stairwells
I gaze out toward your open seas
from your stone towers
I am awakened by the bells
of your ancient hallowed cathedrals
I listen to the clackety clak of your railways
passing through fields and orange groves
I see the clothes of your citizens
drying in the calm breeze
I read the graffiti
on every abandoned wall and building
I intake the freesia in your fragrant air
I sip the wine you leave for me
next to baskets of ripe fruit
I lean in to you to catch
some small fragment in your language
I am breathless
refreshed, enraptured
I absorb your grace
I am totally here
Minha bonita
Portugal.
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