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Thursday, December 9, 2010
Here are two from Songs
American Gothic in Vermont
(2008, Day 1)
Technically, Champlain is a sea whereas
the Caspian just a lake.
Wandering in the whiteness it envelops me.
I have waited for these icebergs to be real.
I have waited for cold night quiet under stars
where we are left together alone; just me
and the twinkling ones.
The name of the band that lifted me from waters to sand
flying while jogging there,
is your name.
The name of the songs the Teiko drummers pound through
my chest while sitting here,
is your name.
Under the burgeoning grey,
I see the promise in blue cut sky.
Sat Nam.
Truth is my Identity.
But, I do not know what truth is, or which truth to choose.
I have waited to wake up outside where,
the great wash rides over me.
Whether sea or snow its all the same.
The gutter has offered me its last pearl,
and I accept its anagrams.
Valkyrie I
(Carmel Beach onlooking Big Sur 1996)
Pity the ocean did not accept
that
rock.
The image of dogs
running out to sea.
This penance
extracted
from
the
wind.
Mercy on the frailty
of tiny birds.
Crows who cannot fly.
The vision of cats preening
in the winter’s sun.
Dropping
slowly upward, the gaze
of the ocean punishing
that rock
with its salty hands.
(2008, Day 1)
Technically, Champlain is a sea whereas
the Caspian just a lake.
Wandering in the whiteness it envelops me.
I have waited for these icebergs to be real.
I have waited for cold night quiet under stars
where we are left together alone; just me
and the twinkling ones.
The name of the band that lifted me from waters to sand
flying while jogging there,
is your name.
The name of the songs the Teiko drummers pound through
my chest while sitting here,
is your name.
Under the burgeoning grey,
I see the promise in blue cut sky.
Sat Nam.
Truth is my Identity.
But, I do not know what truth is, or which truth to choose.
I have waited to wake up outside where,
the great wash rides over me.
Whether sea or snow its all the same.
The gutter has offered me its last pearl,
and I accept its anagrams.
Valkyrie I
(Carmel Beach onlooking Big Sur 1996)
Pity the ocean did not accept
that
rock.
The image of dogs
running out to sea.
This penance
extracted
from
the
wind.
Mercy on the frailty
of tiny birds.
Crows who cannot fly.
The vision of cats preening
in the winter’s sun.
Dropping
slowly upward, the gaze
of the ocean punishing
that rock
with its salty hands.
Songs from the Places and Digging for Jade
I want to thank everyone who participated in my poem a week here. I have great news. My new publisher is Star Chamber Press out of Burlington Vermont!
Two of my books will be on sale soon at Amazon and Target. I will post links. The two new books are Songs from the Places and Digging for Jade.
Hope you enjoy them! After about 6 months of sales, I will start posting a poem a week for free. Please enjoy the preview of poems. I am giving just a taste ;-)
Two of my books will be on sale soon at Amazon and Target. I will post links. The two new books are Songs from the Places and Digging for Jade.
Hope you enjoy them! After about 6 months of sales, I will start posting a poem a week for free. Please enjoy the preview of poems. I am giving just a taste ;-)
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