Poems remember my forgotten lines
My feet meander among the fallen roses
Throngs of finches and sparrows
In the brambles
Singing
.
Cloud shadows flow through your eyes
Subtle filigrees of light and lace
I swoon into your obvious beauty
.
Before dawn
First car
Long long lights peering down the canyon
Red trails sliding into the blackness
I think the cat brought in a mouse last night
I am this River of memory
Lighting up the road
.
Drifting through infinite shades of summer
What is this taste on my lips?
Days
Ancient and new
Pour into my footsteps
Filled with tears
And reflections
.
Mourning dove calling
Forgotten flowers
Blooming
My heart
Aching
Glorious tender petals
Bathing
In soft slow
Rush
Of wind
And sun
.
Happily
Cricket song
In the heat of the day
Under the shadows
Under my eye lids
Dreaming
.
Poems crochet me into morning
Unravel my dreams in pools of starlight
Lost and found in a ballet of echoes
I am a dance of remembering
Forgetting itself
.
Rocked in the cradle of my own breath
Breathed by ancient winds
soaring
My heart
Plunges
through a sea of reflections…
…origami wind
paper sky
And the trees that dance,
The birds that sing me
Into the day,…
Winds that weave me
Into
Endless sky…
How exquisite
This hollow flute melancholy!
Lone mourning dove
High on a telephone pole…
Piercing deeply
Our tender humanness…
.
Infinitely faceted tapestry of liquid colors
The richness and lushness of perception
Night and day unfold
There is no path yet we seem to find
Our feet walking…
Life and love weave and unravel us…
My fingertips revel in the softness and the rough
Comb through the memories that form and linger,
And how I love to share! but find only these
Thin
Words
To send to you
.
Hot river sun
Pours
Through my eyes…
…and the moonlight
Has no taste
Other than my tongue
.
Morning rain
Grey cat sleeps
Forgotten moons weave me into sky
Lace
Flowing down the sidewalk
.
Flowers blooming is
Love’s prayer to the sun…
Petals falling,
Love’s prayer to wind…
We are love’s prayer to love…
How beautiful our humanness
To feel so deeply
To hurt
To weep
To love….
.
My eyes are teacups
That cannot hold oceans of tears
I spill into the river of sky
Pouring through me
.
Fresh as butterfly wings
Ancient poems
And the scent of rain
.
Early
Still
For the rain to find its rhythm…
My heart
Beats
Too loud to hear
.
Sunrise
Empty weeds
Shining
Moon slides above the brim of my hat
.
Gathering autumn leaves
In summer
Melting in my own hot tears
.
We are streaming brilliant rivers
We plunge from rocky mountain tops into deep deep canyons carving solid rock into tapestries of light
and shade…
…slide into long hot deserts
weaving golden sands into impossibly intricate shapes,
destroying them with every wind
every breath
every morning song
.
And whose heart is not composed of infinite poems
Blossoming
And dissolving
Exploding into fractaline beauty
Transmogrifying intricate patterns
Of
Pure
Magic
Untold and unsung
Yet the memories linger
Forming our lips
Our tongues
Our breath
Our hands
Our hearts
Reaching out…
Such deep love raining down and overflowing....'"My eyes are teacups
That cannot hold oceans of tears
I spill into the river of sky
Pouring through me" ❤
Every poem a gift, morning beauty.♥️