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

Serpent Skin Dreams

My serpent skin dreams are
silent, sibilant
sensual

My serpent skin dreams are
sout, spirit
spit in your eye

Serpent
snake skin shed

Skin
body reborn shining

Dreams
dance, drum, do

My serpent skin dreams...

Jan. '97

Patchwork Woman

Weaving relationships
Bits and shreds of lace
and wool

Jersey, linen, gabardine, cotton
silk

In a life; diaper cotton, velvet princess dress
tights
itchy wool socks
Graduation chiffon

Torn wedding dress or dresses
support hose, satin pillows winding shroud.
Faded, overwashed dreams
Burlap hard times
Ephemeral art
patched and repatched
into new lives
female art
Until it too wears out
and is added
to the new quilt.

Oct. '96

Even God

Even God

Would use a dime

As a screwdriver.


April '05