Songs of the Soul

Sunday, September 18, 2011

End of Days

Shadows of the trees and nights grow longer over the land Rock and earth give up their hoarded summer heat; Winds like weapons whip the leaves aloft to send them sailing in their final glory until cold whistles through the winter forest unimpeded; In heartwood deep the coming summer sleeps. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Summer Day

Heat comes after the cool of morning down out of a clear blue sky that reaches upwards towards forever. Land bakes under oven-air that parches grass and flower, sears the soul and wearies hearts and limbs. Over the mountains building towering darkening clouds confound the sunbright heat lift winds... Sign in to see full entry.

Life's A Beach

Advance Retreat Advance again Run back... Roar in with thunder pounding upwards through the feet and soul... Race out hissing like the dying sparks of fireworks and dreams... Waves and joy and sorrow, too, and fortune. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Loss

This morning as I woke I recalled the day of sadness I could not bring from memories before her death my mother's face. Not your face but something of you as essential and as dear I cannot bring to mind today and feel the rift has widened now beyond my strength to leap. Though I can stand and gaze... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Summer Creek

Silt settles in the summer creek over hard-wedged wood and largish stubborn stones laid bright and bare when vernal torrents ripped raw the bed, tore out old banks, and little bridges flooding wild, shattered, scattered recut walks and landscape in violence of season and of change. The sun is warm... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Solitude is safe It is no joy. This I know This pleasant easy day Set back in the woods Out of the way. Fireworks A pleasure meant to share. Tonight in solitude For me the stars are there. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

These poems are not the only ones I write. These are the product of a part of my life, a portion of my experience that has been so painful I could not keep it tucked inside gnawing at my vitals. There is someone who if he happened by this place--unlikely in extreme!-- would know it is at his... Sign in to see full entry.

Killing Time

Some days I hate Time... It gives with one hand experience wisdom, kittens, pups, and babes thrill of anticipation promises of joy and hope... And with the other, takes youth and beauty enthusiasm, illusions that were joy, dangles promises just out of reach, kills hope. Land Without Time Dreamtime,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 6, 2011

I thought maybe it was love lost and mourned for though that never quite rang true. I thought it was respect, the lacking thing your actions spoke to me. But no... That was too constant in its little ways for this sudden grief. The death I grieve is not of love which never was... nor of sparse... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Tennis for the Blind

I played the game, took my side of the net and played the best I could the best I knew lobbed ball after ball good shots, all... good volleys, you could hear my laughter, I could hear your smile... even when the ball did not return. And still I played and played... I served at last the last ball... Sign in to see full entry.

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