Weather... Or Not

Sometimes poetry rains down
pelting words
driving thoughts.
Holes in the mud of my brain.

Sometimes poetry gathers
in drifts
clumping against glass.
Or on the roof.

Trying to get in.

Nov. 20/10

Growing

I am not the person
who wrote those old words.

New incarnation
drawing breath
with the new sun

After long ice nights
of lonely fear.

Oct. '96

Ice nights
dying lights

Universal Charitas

The Moon shines
in my windows.

Big and silver
Goddess Eye.

She would have more mercy
on me
Thank I do.

Compassion

Love

Charitas

The Universe is not
indifferent

The Cosmos is full of
mind and heart

because I may fill it so.

Even if all other life be hostile.

The Universe loves bigger
than I can know.
but not bigger than I can feel.

April 29, 2010

Eating

We are all sin eaters

We eat at funerals

At weddings

At births and christenings

When disaster strikes

We eat

In the hope, perhaps

of touching life in the face

of fear

Whenever death touches life too closely

edges blurring

We eat

To let Death know

Which side we’re on, still.

November 10, 2010

The Words

If we believe
     John


The the Word is God.


But lately


Words have not been
Divine
for me


More like
I've been bedeviled


Especially when they flee.


Like sparks in the night
brimstone sparkles


Flaming away,
Soundless, thoughtless
     dare I say... wordless


Excuse me
while I go get
my butterfly net


The asbestos one
And try


to catch those Lucifers!

August 2009

The Muskoka colours -- early green after gray winter

strike deep.

raising joy

I live in heaven.
Clear sky
Clear water
Despite tourists.

Brunell Rd. -- broken shocks

Bare feet on cool dirt
and cooler rock.

Trees whisper love

I hear the sudden
     noise of too-loud too-much
bass
music from a passing car -- tourists.

I have an abundance
     I live in plenty.


Muskoka.
2009

My Reading Tree

My reading tree
      was on a neighbour's property.

And at first
     the dog slept below.

     then climbed up with me
     to lie across my lap
     as I read

     cradled in the arms     of the tree

We swayed in the wind.
and in the words.

I swam in prose
while we shared a heartbeat.

The dog.
The tree.
The book.
And I.

April 29, 2010

I Have A Tiger

I have a Tiger
haunting, stalking, pouncing

In the forest of
my kitchen chair-legs.

In fact
I have four tigers
only one by name.

The buzz-fly chasing anus licking
foot stuck high in the air
rumble purring
chin biting, mouse devouring

Reminders
of the dark wild dangerous night

When quick death haunted savannah
on velvet/razor blades, dreaming
of how good I taste

Cat! Oh CAT!

Quit biting
my face.

June 17/2010