In the chaosconstructed by human connivance,greed, and blinkered self-deception, I look to the treesrising, indifferentto human madness,slow-reaching skyward,slow-flowing sap to nourisheach twig and leafand tiny single cell… I look to the seasrolling on and on,uncaring of Man’s designs,against the sands, the cliffs,or flinging wildlypartnering with rocky shoresto dance, force meeting gravity,to graze the air and …
Tag Archives: Poetry
Wakeup Call
Morning creeps in,My head is not ready for it.It glows against the mountainagainst the quiet cloudstinging all things goldenas they brighten to full day… I am not readywanting the landscapes stillof dreamsof comforter and bedpillowing my headin sleep, dayless,consciousless… Slowly,relentlesslyday pushes outthe shadows of the house;world sounds,the silenceof the head and house… Body nagsits various …
What’s Old Is New Again
I have begun a shift of one of my oldest blogs–HOW THE UNIVERSE LOOKS FROM HERE–from it’s original site, Blogit, to WordPress. It has its own page, and I am having to figure it out all over again, how to get things going, how to add tags and categories… All very confusing! It begins 20 …
Not Quite Alone
I am glad of the cat who keeps company with me from time to time sitting beside me on the arm of the chair or on my arm despite my need to have it free and sometimes I pause from work or pull her close against me to rest slightly purring against my chest and …
Summer Day
Heat comesafter the cool of morningdown out of a clear blue skythat reaches upwardstowards forever. Land bakes underoven-air that parchesgrass and flower,sears the souland wearies hearts and limbs. Over the mountains building, towering, darkening clouds confoundthe sunbright heat,lift gales,fling lightning boltswith a crack and grumble and rain buckets down at lastto bludgeon flowersinto the sudden …
Summer Creek
Silt settles in the summer creekover hard-wedged woodand largish stubborn stoneslaid bright and baresince vernal torrentsripped raw the bed,tore out old banksand little bridges loosed rode wild on white-watershattered against rock after rock… The sun is warm now glimmeringover the water where leafy branchesgaze and tease the eyewhere the pebbles colorful and stripedand many shades …
Tennis for the Blind
I played the game,took my side of the netand playedthe best I couldthe best I knewlobbed ball after ballfair shots, all,shared good volleys,you could hear my laughter,I could hear your smile… Even when the balldid not return still I playedand played looked for, waited for returnsthat did not come… I served at lastthe last ball …
Duet
Voice of eagle,Voice of larklace-likerising through a skyagainst storm clouds darkand brilliant-edgedthe silver dashing rainabout to fall… Harmonics risingbuilding vastrelentless out of the mighty stones:deep thundernot of clouded skiesbut from earth’s very heartresounds… Bright song piercescrying angel-high;God-profundoout of abyssal silencesuddenlywas always there… Duet sublimeas Life and Deathare One. May 2011 CL Reddingrevisions 2024
Do You Know…?
Do you know the signs of grief–denialanger and despairapathyacceptance–how they followone upon the otherat a gallopfirst and thena lope… How over timea weariness sets inthe pain, less fierceneed not be galloped throughheadlong…and days it takesat last, again to feel each stagein all its richnessall its depth… Weeks revolveexploringsorting weepingtaking hold againof faith, of lifebut if …
In the night…
Dark mistsuneasy dreamssurroundpenetratedrop small soundsthat could be anything… A small thingsimply living its small lifeprey, and subtle?Or predatora little careless–who can know? Monster in the darkPrey–softly breathingheart beating warmin a circle of light…Distantlyhowlingmourning–the wolf. 2011 CL Redding revised 2024
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