Selected Poems
These are some of my favorite poems from last fall. (They are still drafts, not final versions, and may not be shared outside this website without permission. Thank you.) —
OCT-DEC Poems
A season’s worth at once?! Yes.
Can I explain that? No.
But I do want to start posting poems again.
DEC
141228
UNSURE
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know what to do.
Life went along
(perhaps went wrong)
and now I have no clue.
NEVER SURE
I live on a ledge—
not knowing
how far I have to go,
whether up or down,
or if I’ll ever know.
141227
VENTURER
As she left
the collective,
it is said
she said:
I simply go
where I am led.
141223
WINTER SUN
It gleams dimly—
a pale pearl
pillowed
on gray velvet.
141220
ONE
In the heart of this now is a poem
and to all open hearts it is known—
All are one at the heart;
without split, without part.
We are one. We are one.
At the heart all are one.
141219
COCOA LOCO
ChocoLAT!
ChocoLAT!
comes the nudge.
Oh, why NOT?
Oh, why NOT?
What the fudge?!
141218
HOLDING MY CAT
(for Ragget)
I, as my cat,
am dying.
How can this be true?
The cat is alive;
the future is not.
Predictions are merely
guesses, fantasies,
and suggestions.
I observe my own observing,
watching myself
holding myself
on my lap.
I am everything, actually
and always,
even Schrodinger.
It’s a theory anyway.
141217
SELF-HEALING SELF
That burlap sack
we drag behind us
of daily pain and loss
thank goodness
wears a hole at last,
releasing all that dross.
141215a
DIVINE ORDER
Nothing to be fearful of,
no reason to be scared—
when the fateful time arrives,
I will have been prepared.
141215b
THE HUGUENOTS
(for Fred)
They made the mistake,
those many then few,
of getting crosswise of church
and politics too—
unfortunately,
something quite easy to do
and something
in this needy, greedy world
Christ already knew,
having chosen to live
his all-redeeming view
cross-wise of the world.
Here, “Heresy! Thwart! Subdue!”
is still the perversion
of the who who make true true
(or convince themselves they do).
141215c
GAME ON
Imagine a life
where there is only you
yourself to love
and every wish comes true…
where there is
no one else
to tell your secrets to,
or revel in
and co-create the new.
You know
that’s not for you.
Imagine
what we want
Divinity wants too…
and so, this game
of hide-and-seek goes on.
Who knew?
Come on. It’s you.
141214
NO NEED
Love, life,
wealth, health—
wishes on a star.
Why keep asking
for what we already are?
141211
EVER AM
“Finite years” until I’m dead:
that is the prediction.
“Always was, will be” instead:
that is my conviction.
141210
IN THIS DREAM
Truth I sought
and truth I got:
Alone I am
and am not.
141209
REVVED
Friend of early,
friend of late,
I do, do, do—
and ooh, ooh, ooh,
I hate, hate, hate
to wait.
141208
LEARNING LATE
Untried fears,
uncried tears—
such a woeful waste of years.
Life full-out is how soul clears.
NOV
141119
FATAL
I made a date with fate
and then showed up too late.
That may have cleaned the slate;
now, all I do is wait.
141118
AS WE AGE
What really makes
our lives get harder
is expecting that
they will get harder.
141117
ON REFLECTION
What do I
not know?
What do I miss?
That you are
as you are
and are perfect as this.
OCT
141019
CULMINATION
It’s good to see,
explore, and roam,
but all good journeys
end at home.
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Photo Credit:
Fallen oak leaves by Jo Lightfoot