tonight the trees shall dance and we shall fly

This night we whisper through crisp snow
To Ancient Meetings place we go
Sunshine has no province here
Nor does love, nor pain, nor fear
Fire reigns - breathes trees to air
Rendering night time brightly rare
Last Springtime came we here to start
Our ritual of human hearts

This Winters night we take our chance
We call live trees to come to dance
All through dark night we sweetly sing
Praise to Great Spruce - this forests' King
We make our olden rhyming sounds
Then watch fat trees lift off flat ground

Dear trees return our favor nigh
They wave their branches in black sky
Produce air currents mysterious strong
Lift us to fly this whole night long

Fear not our purest songs are lost
Make new ones now without a cost

Forget your logic science mind
In wistful whimsy answers find

legacy

worlds which parents
wish to leave
their children
are never worlds
which children inherit

I have chosen
to bequeath my sons
a world
which was probably gone
before I was born

this world I fantasize
would have disappeared
accords or no

we have long been busy
puffing smoke out of pipes
spinning chemicals
in test tubes
ripping and raping
the very bones
of our planet

results are irreversible
irreparable
though hopefully
not yet
incurable

earth will ever bear scars
of revolutions resolutions

we are sentries of centuries
minders of millennia
our spokesman
should never be voiceless
we should not succumb
to dirt cheap
when diamond hard
is necessary

we have lost
our virginity

an earthwide
hymenoplasty
can never fix
only obscure
that truth

In the House of the RIddle Mother-poems to raise your serotonin level? self-published circa 1996

Approximate Self


Approximate self hears voices within
just like you
answers each in turn
with songs of heavy submission
in nights of storms
of unexpurgated emotion

Approximate self searches for creator
just like you
calling into The Void
crying into The Night
with songs of plaintive dedication
to memories
of beads and clay

Approximate self dances in Darkness
just like you
praising creators
raising crops
celebrating life
finding a release of ancient energy

Approximate self found only in loss
just like you
shaking
sweating
shrieking
torn apart, torn down, torn away
separating elemental partitions
encountering its flesh

Fiat Lux

Approximate self listens to Music
just like you
impeded by cheap wine
cheaper talk
shhh!
hear birdsong blasting
intimate concentration within
without objective reasoning
separating out
extraneous
disharmonious shale

Approximate self wakes in morning
just like you
rock hard reality smashes myth
eluding pretension
present tense prevailing
avoiding questions deftly

Approximate self searches for Other
just like you
seeking consensual validation
telephone hours race airborne printout
retinal identification
birthright consideration

Approximate self slits its own throat
just like you
rejecting honesty
painting with false brushes
creating fake impressions
cheapening intimacy
soiling understanding
fails in impurity

Carpe Diem

sights seen - an old poem revisited

liquid copper sunshine
ignites a grey crepe paper sky
informs our harbour waters
in an uncharacteristic
shade of peach
while white organza mist
lifts from its
pearlescent surface

in a nearby thicket
nascent buds
tipped with peridot dew
remind me winter
can not last

spring pleads with me
promising early relief
from this barren time

using memories
I have collected
to take with me
as I die
I imagine
a smiling blue sky
carrying a tickle
of warm southern air

fragrance of fresh lavender
crushed between fingertips

yielding spring of awakening greengrass
beneath my lover's hips

holding this season to its word

I will remain for now