Mar 14 · 718
Night and truth
CA Guilfoyle Mar 14
In the evening comes the dim light, the swooping away of day,
the blue, gray clouds, the turbulent air of wild birds
small specs, black and disappearing.
After awhile only quiet,
and then a certain silence settles in
it moves like fog, alongside the moon
it comes cold, blanketing the soul
a depth of space unknown
a well of darkness, undiscovered
the losing of this day, this light
and in the long, lingering hours
dwelling in the dark caved places
touching the soul and flooding the heart
the crashing waves will come
to break one wildly apart.
Feb 28 · 286
Winter park
CA Guilfoyle Feb 28
In this park there are birds atop ice cakes
stiff mittened kids, cold nosed and half froze
they slide on paths of glass, toward home.
A small stream cuts through this place,
black water, humming with coots and ducks.
Long toothed icicles waiting to impale the earth,
beneath our feet, we crack and shatter tiny frozen ponds,
revealing muddied blades of grass, green as in summer.
A myriad of birds in the sun, come to puff and quiver,
but soon the mountain clouds will come to shroud
the day, the sky, so cold, a frost in grey and silver.
Feb 27 · 232
Felt like wind
CA Guilfoyle Feb 27
I felt like wind, void of soul
transient, moving thing
all the blowing around
with waves and shores
under moons and silent,
awaiting certain suns.

Only a sound outside the window
chimes and bells, nothing to grasp
though felt, a warm wind,
a chill splitting cold.
Jan 8 · 274
Wild ocean
CA Guilfoyle Jan 8
With crying seagulls, salt tears of spraying seas
this rugged coast of obelisk ancient stones
black blowing reign of squall and fury
the swallowing of sand and shore
tonight a ghost, a murmur of moon
the pitch grows ever darker
fretful wrath of wild ocean
awaits the calm to come,
the bright startle of
Jan 5 · 346
The greening of spring
CA Guilfoyle Jan 5
The green vines of spring, tendrils wrapped and clinging
winter colored moons travel southward toward summer
this blossomy bliss and spark of stars, petals of falling sky
round rain, the crash and splashing muddy pool
an underground garden of jewels that loom
in cool caves they creep and drowsy sleep
can only dream to bloom.
#spring #green #garden #dream
Dec 2017 · 251
Rain roses
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2017
Red velvet, rain roses
petals drip in language of love
unfurling in morning, night buds are blooming
this garden - a twining of birds.
Sunning, the lilies are burning red
night stars are sleeping
drunk, we are drinking
the silence of words unsaid.
Oct 2017 · 533
This wind
CA Guilfoyle Oct 2017
There is a holiness in the wind
these wisps of diaphanous clouds that fly
always I smile in the gentlest of winds that kiss
oh, but I do not like the harshness of winds that whip
how they come to blow the hollow of darkness
toward the light again, things buried underground
places - like death, the stabbing pains
I've met, awakened while
seeing and feeling.
Sep 2017 · 544
Of birds
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2017
I cannot stand these cages we make
see how we fly, how we try to be free
I have let go of every bird, I've ever thought I owned
I watched their wings turn against the wind
saw some tattered, fly home again.
I loved the swoop and dive,
the diaphanous delight of downy feathers
in winter, gathering cozy all around me.
I am mesmerized by dark wings
the trick and glint of light
it warms like fire, a place
to dream by.
Sep 2017 · 1.1k
Moving through the water
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2017
Fallen leaves, mud and trees
roots, willowy dark and deep
tangled and moving through the water
legs and feet, the moon-green heat
August's fiery stars, the red blood of mars
fretful season of fires and floods.
Aug 2017 · 1.2k
When I was wild
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2017
I think it quite strange living here, walled by this house
when I was wilder than now, I lived in nature
stalking birds and pollen laden, blooming things
always my toes in sands or hot footed in summer
I was in love with the sky, no matter the weather
in storms I hid beneath branching cedars
sleeping on mossy pillows, in the woods of my backyard
I never gave much thought to houses then, I only went there
to sleep or eat and waited to leave again
waited for an inkling of sun to warm the cold grass
spent days climbing trees, red plums and cherries
I imagined that's how life would always be,
living outdoors under the sun or clouds
wet with rain, always picking flowers.
Aug 2017 · 469
Conundrum moon
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2017
In the trees, through the leaves came crescent shadows
tiny silhouetted scooped moons upon the ground
without sound, black the round disappearing sun
in ways it came highlighting the shining of souls
and felt around the globe, shined like gold, like silver
like our shimmering days of lakes wet in rain forest waters
you and I on a path coming together, moving further and further
traveling through woods and smokes, traveling home
with a head full of smoke and eyes that cannot see me
my love I am truly in the fire.
Jul 2017 · 231
Memory of the shore
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2017
When I was a bird, a crow
black winged upon the shore and sunning
in the tangle of days, salt and seaweed wrapped
watching oceans seep and move between the rocks,
the light jump away between the moss and blackened cracks
I waited for the warmth of afternoon, the reveal of seas retreating
watching waves, oysters and clams, the rolling of pebbled sands
hours in the drift, sifting shores for broken mollusk shells
all of my days dredging between storms, in love
with the sea and sky.
Jul 2017 · 438
In the rain
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2017
Like water running, strange requiem
things I can't recall, though deep in soul feel
these skies, these burning lives
we are wild in the fields
only a sun, a storm, the rain
passing by.
Jul 2017 · 356
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2017
The heat and scorch
a black singed wound
the blues and bruise
only a gaping hole
salt stung to close
still a heart in order to mend
must not contract
nor defend.
Jul 2017 · 308
Trees and feathers
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2017
I saw tiny feathers fly
soft and sailing, floating cozy to the ground
the warm nestle of tree branch song
some low in creaking tones
how the tallest trees moan
old and moving
very slow.
Jul 2017 · 255
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2017
Salt rim and cake
we ate and drank
drowned and sank
our souls and bodies
wet washed in this lake
too late to wonder
we wandered
another day
Jun 2017 · 896
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2017
In death, perhaps we are like water
making our way ever deeper from sand and sky.
Maybe we fly, linger and hover awhile
and the dream of becoming a bird is real.
Maybe we are stars, floating oceans of night skies
moving toward divine light in swooping waves
pushing upwards through embryonic waters
spilling over the soul
again and again.
May 2017 · 1.7k
Forest ways
CA Guilfoyle May 2017
In these woods
where I am small, I watch breath rise and fall
in these pines of a hundred years or more
from pine cones, skyward moving slow.
I watch rain running down craggy bark,
soaking softly the moss and flowers below.

In the summer sun of heat, I lose myself complete
in the fragrant warmth of pinewood air.
The moss - yellow, green
in waves, it hangs wispy from the trees

Here where evening brings the birds and breezes quivering,
the wind shakes the forest trees, deep and echoing
the ravens woods speak to thee.
May 2017 · 1.9k
CA Guilfoyle May 2017
From mud walled homes
these remnants come, artifacts of shell and bone
leather shoes and deerskin coats
woolen blankets and woven rugs,
baskets for storing grain and corn.

Grinding stones and sun bleached bones
antiquities and memories found in fields of sand,
necklace beads of finest hammered silver
now forgotten and lost, and too the river's water.

Came a sorrowful war with bullet guns
that pierced the heart of every man
no match for shooting arrows.
May 2017 · 521
Ocean home
CA Guilfoyle May 2017
Living on the ocean as I do, I hunt fish and mollusks
my kin are otters and whales, wide eyed we dive
the night waves, soft in lullabies
in a sea dream, starlit and moon cradled
my lips are sparkling and salt flecked
my eyes wide awake from sleep
in a myriad of visions these sea colors
all my days, swum in a variance of blues
oceans deep and streaked in silver shoals
the day skies fade and die, into nights
plush and indigo blue.
Apr 2017 · 653
Music school
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2017
I play guitar unpolished
red rust of my finger tips, bleeding
no school for this, still I wish
I'd somehow gone or sang with
my mouth unbound and loud
sang like a deep well of bells
that rang each day and I had come to listen.
Apr 2017 · 479
With wings
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2017
In spring with green buds
I dream of flowers, the silk petals of your lips
the flashing of butterfly lashes
soft upon my flesh
kisses flitting soft winged
across my face
in a myriad of colors
we'll create.
Apr 2017 · 584
Northern spring
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2017
Clear water, drinking in - earth soaked
purple violets and fiddle headed ferns
cold bulbs and garden tubers, buds and flowers unfurl.
This mating clash of birds, their chirpy squawks and words,
an aromatic lilac trance, a variance of blue.
Grass and toes, cool and cold
northern winds of spring.
Apr 2017 · 408
At night
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2017
In bars wandering amid the metal and cages,
amid the loud banging of voices, dull as broken bells
rung from the sloshing of drinks, in shirts red inked with wine.
Smoulder and fog, cigarettes now drawn and dead
down this cold alley of vagrants painting nightly,
wildly until dawn.
Apr 2017 · 741
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2017
In this city house amid the screaming sirens,
here in the whirling of paper and garbage
I hear the banging of trucks over broken roads,
low rider stereos, their deep boomed, throaty moans.
Here in this strange forest that flies with cactus birds
alluringly they sing in secret symphonies,
before the howling chorus of coyote calls,
the rising magnetic moon, a mountain flower
pink blushed that fully blooms.
Mar 2017 · 490
Cherry birds
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2017
Plum tree with a thousand bees
honeymoon of bliss and flowers
little winds of petals blowing round
in a blaze of spring, pink and cherry red
diaphanous and dewy on the ground.
I drown in the succulence of your lips, I kiss
drinking deep in wildflower meadows.
The sun it melts the cold to spring
and in the morning we watch cheery birds
flit and hop upon the lawn
amid the daffodil yellows.
Mar 2017 · 877
This field
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2017
I cannot write anything, the way my heart tells it
soft in murmurs or echoing loudly as it does
cannot drift the way I'd like, floating freely as dandelion
or milkweed seeds wild in these fields.
I hear words, like arrows piercing in.
I feel shocks and waves that come
to cover me up, disappearing
facing the jangled places head on
letting go of over again
my fears, only transient clouds
and after the washing rains
the birds - singing, flying.
Mar 2017 · 671
St. George island
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2017
In Florida
the beach cut in half
cool sun baked cake, one side blue
the other side white in swirling sands
and after the waves of tide left
birds stamped footprints
webbed and wet
that disappeared in the afternoon sun
sand art lost, and windswept.
Mar 2017 · 381
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2017
This cemetery of broken stones, the gray hanging trees
of moss draping down to the crab grass and leafy lawns.
This silent field of sticks and bones, of breath long gone
tiny grave of an infant child one day old.
Behind this black rusty fence, wrought iron and bent
circling round the dead, a strange cage we'd like to escape
forgetting our fate, we smile and pretend.
Mar 2017 · 335
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2017
Black, hollow world of sky - starless
alone in this darkened room
dreaming of the star showers that fell
last night from your lips
Feb 2017 · 728
Ash and Spring
CA Guilfoyle Feb 2017
Ashen white clouds, pale as these grey bones
strewn across this desert floor and lit
by the glint of a million sparkling stones
these diamond pixels shine amid giant saguaro people
moving slow and trailing the sun, they fade with flowers
that come to close and hide away beneath the moon
underground, with deep rooted tubers
they move, pushing away cold stones
pushing through darkness
star gazing they dream
of Spring, dream of
the coming sun.
Feb 2017 · 2.0k
Winter and spring branches
CA Guilfoyle Feb 2017
These winter trees
cold and shouldering winds
their bending branches unhinge
falling limbs crash and break the snow
further still a secret world of mud and bulbs
that in the spring blooms of tulips and violet mossy lawns
and too, the sun that comes to warm and fills with green the tree arms
this wooded home that breathes with sheltering birdsong.
Feb 2017 · 1.1k
CA Guilfoyle Feb 2017
Outside my door a cawing crow
of blackened wings and indigo
delivered by night's shivering storm.
The wind and winter's howling call,
scattered nests and down the feather falls.
Crack of limbs, cold and bare branched
mesquite leaves and needles spiral to the ground.
In a swooping field he flies into the tallest pines
deep and slow, the trees creak
wild in cello tones.
Jan 2017 · 694
The desert, rain drenched
CA Guilfoyle Jan 2017
The afternoon sky with its wine dark clouds
red blushed and blue, moments before the rain drenching greys
the scurrilous skies, the black winged silhouettes that fly
amid the cactus trees, thick with chaparral
a total reconstruction of sunny soft memories
this cold tumbling storm that moves overhead
to form, this desert raining lake.
Jan 2017 · 739
Altar of Dawn
CA Guilfoyle Jan 2017
In this desert
I touch the ocean within
here where I abandon all plans
I spend hours watching cloud formations
of flowers blooming violet, red.
I travel to the sanctuary of the soul
each morning, sit silently
at the altar of dawn.
Dec 2016 · 532
Into the invisible
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2016
Like stars fading into the blue of day
the blackness that somewhere slips away
how the sun fire burns clouds into the air
the river that wends through lands, a stream no longer seen
a winding path, a deer trail I follow, the sun shadows that swallow
the light of this sycamore forest, where time is somehow lost
amid the trees of blue and silver contrast
beyond these woods, my eyes follow
birds, that fly into the sky hills
far and disappearing.
Dec 2016 · 398
Locked door
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2016
Someone's at the door, he wants to know me
I am lonely as a thousand dark winters
and because of the deep blue of you,
the wrecked sea of you and me
and much to my chagrin
I will not let him in.
Dec 2016 · 1.7k
Water Protectors
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2016
We are walking, we are chanting, we are praying
though many before us were killed and maimed
we stand in peace, we are in love with the sky,
the earth, the water, the father and the mother

We stand together, we watch the river flood
through the years spilling over with human blood
Praying peace and clean water for our earth mother
praying one day all will come to know
the intricate connection we have to each other
realize how we harm ourselves
when we harm another

We cry with the sky tears
water protectors in the river
Dec 2016 · 415
Cold of November
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2016
Now these clouds, the cold mean greys
sideways rain, the north lands I remember
the drowning air of smoke and fire
nights traveling the dark road to your home
the black and spark of stars, we watched
through the night, before the killing dawn
before the fog, the cold that held us down
the clinch and grasp, the slow stinging wasp
the allure and hum of bees
the honey meadows of scattered petals
only a fleeting summer - we gathered
now swallowed in the autumn thunder,
the bruising cold of November.
Nov 2016 · 453
Lost in the night clouds
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2016
It's no good this round and round my love
they'll be no surrender only the smoulder of fire
only a dream, the beautiful fusing
of we two in the star showers                                                          ­
fast and falling, to live and die together
of love and things to remember
somehow we got lost
chilly in the night cloud weather
blind sighted and now besides you
I too can never surrender.
Nov 2016 · 988
In the blue water
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2016
The path of the sun, with its arrows shooting us toward home
the light, the lulling moon miles, the night roads we travel
in vast fields of star flowers we are born, reflections in the river
floating we ride, wildly glide, some days on the smooth tides
with these eyes, sometimes half blind
we live and dance, we hide, we fade and die
all too soon only a light glowing ghostly
a glimmer in the blue water.
Nov 2016 · 448
Meeting on Dragoon road
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2016
In the evening watching blue, pink clouds
birds and clouds whirling round my head
they fly past the place where you live
I long to fly with them, maybe tomorrow
fly to some far off place I've never been
but tonight I go with the stars and moon
only starlit, I drive the dark road past Dragoon
and can never explain the magnetic force that pulls me to you.
Nov 2016 · 424
If when you leave
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2016
If when you leave, you do not think of me
or do not call my name, then I will be a lost
and fallen star, diffused and drowned in
unforgiving seas. I will be restless on the waves
of my days, blind to all horizons
with dark stormy eyes
then only grey blinding fog
will settle in, descending
with smoke to kill, to choke
my dying heart.
Oct 2016 · 875
This painting
CA Guilfoyle Oct 2016
I will tell you these things about the sky
and of summer going into fall, of berries nearly gone
the mountain ash trees green, gold and changing.
The yellow waxwings that perch beneath
the heavy laden leaves, cool
amid an autumn storm.
Half the sky is impossibly grey
then further away, turning black charcoal
a place where thunder is born, booming.
The other half, still deciding what to wear today
changing from pink, purple, blue
crashing its way into these luminous hills
meandering in sync with birds over the river
until the sun comes, igniting the clouds
on fire with red again.
Oct 2016 · 874
The bittersweet
CA Guilfoyle Oct 2016
On mornings like this, I have pressing things
on my mind - digging and weeding, uncovering things
I lay here thinking of that time last spring
wandering the green fields, or in the canyon lands
under a skyful of blue, and I can't seem to move
cannot rise from this bed, I play records
spinning round my head, I play records on repeat
the bittersweet of you and me.
Oct 2016 · 420
Remembering last spring
CA Guilfoyle Oct 2016
That time in spring, the sweetness
the yellow green of emerging leaves
the popping and exploding
the bright shattering of petals
lilac flowers in our hands.

Walking the woods with you
tracing deer trails for hours
along the rocky river bank
and in the sycamore forest
we saw the silver shining trees
impossibly branched and reaching
mingling in the vast blue sky.

In the deeper woods, mysterious birds
sang incessant songs, ancient and forlorn
always their singing is reminding me
of the endless beauty to be found
always a deeper feeling of love.
Sep 2016 · 689
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2016
The goldenrod now half exploded, on the edge
flowers cut across the path leading to the bracken woods
from the long grass, three young deer emerge
from the mist, into the forest they disappear
to shelter under fir and cedar boughs
just days old, they rest on mossy loam
I trace their perfect footprints
I want to follow them home.
Sep 2016 · 904
Sonoran desert
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2016
On days like this
cool, with little winds
desert birds forage for sticks
they build nests perched in cactus
some build green in palo verde trees
always I think of baby birds in spring
hatchlings, the fledglings that fly
I travel far beyond the noise of towns
watch the movement of cooling clouds
the roundness of rain upon the ground
the grey banked scurrilous skies
of hurried birds, their silhouettes before a storm
daisies that close, cold amid the stones
beneath where snakes and lizards go
slither and crawl in this landscape of saguaros
and I, ever tethered can only dream to fly.
Sep 2016 · 6.9k
Too far my lover
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2016
Tree, I have come to shelter and with the rain to weep
I am soaked, barefoot with mud running through.
Soft the moss, cool and cold
to soothe my heart that bleeds.
Our waxing nights of love and moons
now fallow, a field that burns.
Damned our hollow bed
of haunting, silent screams
too soon the fiery devil
too far my lover
the spring.
Dear beautiful people thank you for reading my poem, and thank you too, for your kind words.

Sep 2016 · 581
Of sorrow
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2016
Sitting under these trees waiting
maybe all day for the moon
or the washing rain upon my face
lay upon this mossy grass, all sunk in
pay no mind to where I've been
no matter - awake or dreaming
I fly into the forest with birds
waxwings, Bohemians
under maple leaves
sun dappled, shining
or perched in the pinewoods
a safe place to hide away
a heart that's dying.
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