Saturday, August 9, 2008

Snow on Bryden Road ~ My Birthday, 2005

Cold feathers fill the air,
Like a huge down comforter burst open
They hover, hesitate and rush
And seem careful not to collide in their dizzy flight
Their dance accelerates and slows 
As the downy crystals give away 
The invisible body of today's chill Zephyr
Spinning and stopping in their funny descent
Many slow to a float outside my third story dormer
Before their last ascent with the draft 
Up the yellow bricks 
Across the quiet street 
They're captured by ivy on the proudly-chiseled church:
An oddly flamboyant Romanesque
Never has a window ledge looked so Good
As on these snowy Old Town Victorians
Where this down has come fleetingly to rest;
A yin for the stubborn church's yang
A white blessing on the noble houses in the neighborhood
This old house is scarcely immune to the the soft, soft wind
A body of cold in the dormer where I write
The house's old furnace can't do any more to beat back the sapping cold
Or convince it to be more excited
The cold hurries my chilled-stiff fingers
And makes me want to move
Which sparks a broader thought-
No wonder the seasonal regions are so prone to industry!

We on a Road through Privilege ~31 October 2002

We on a road through privilege,
Simplicity and deprivation
Grow up with many shepherds
Desiring that greener pasture
Desiring to escape the shepherd
Desiring a new flock,
Mile by mile
You or I
Alone in yellow woods
You or I
Through familiar fields
Pause one day
And look how far you've come
Come home
Come far.
The wilds made me wilder
The thorns an brambles too
Impart strange, strong wiseness
Amidst the painful scars
I thank them all
My hope and despair
You friends and fortune
Along the way
My shepherd
Standing tall
So fond and so sad.
Twenty two summers
Seen flame to fall
And rivers ice
And iced through fur
And returning robins
Your dewed-through toes
My fond and sad shepherd
You've been there too
Watching and loving
Seen too the passing
Of shepherds
And flocks
And seasons
And all fond and sad

Thank You / 28 Sept 2002

Faster winds bring 
Changing smells
And their tickle
Tells my body
Not to stop remembering
That quick fire
From a warm memory
In my body
It's such good food
And I want to chew it slowly
And thank it for having been
And being
Thank you
For blurring the lines on my clock
And softening the edges
Of my hard day

I See the Sad Sky / 15 December 2002

i see the sad sky
and think of you-
and warm love
my happy friend
in times past
my lifesaver
laying still my aggravated mind
and aggravating my stilled mind
breaking the death of silence
silent is the growing one
we become
by being friends
and touching
meeting under sad skies
dancing during hard times
in clothes that do not fit
in a world that does not have us
as much as we have it
and i know no one
no one who knows
how we understand each other
is there a just us?
in my heart there will be 
till the day i die

Another Searching Poem 14 November 2002

Another searching poem
Another tale
Another hope for healing
As long as my mind works
As long as there is confusion
As long as I desire to find myself
I will write
And play
And negotiate
For my mass of happiness
For excellence
For logos
Searching ever
In the things I do

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Coupe de Cheveux Lesbienne

Montreal Lesbian Haircuts. Thank you sandcastlematt.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Heron at sunrise

Heron at sunrise
Originally uploaded by 8230This&That
Credit to fellow flickrer 8230THis&That Chesapeake Bay Beach. The poetry of the heron's movement.