No I do not eat, there is nothing left
I stand in monsoon rains
for water to drink
let the water drops
soak my soul
and I remember
how to breathe
my way
back down
to feel.
6d · 66
To fly
I am
I'm trying to get to the place
below the bottom
I'm trying to reach the soulful deep
the polished place, of beauty
that shines, the place
where I come
and go away
6d · 157
This trouble
This trouble, like thunder
oft in the distance, my heart
Oh, it did boom
but far off it fades, this trouble
disappears in the wave
of days, all the ways
in which to die
then mend the wing
again to fly.
May 4 · 242
Blue of nights
CA Guilfoyle May 4
Because our days are straying
and though the nights are spellbound
we are only ever falling away
only ever coming and going.
Near the blue banked shores
we are anchored, bobbing and breathing
the clouds are merely sailing ships
waves of swirling skies.
Upon the tide the moon rips and pulls
stars come to swoon and soothe
floating in the night lands
plush and indigo blue.
May 4 · 292
This sleep
CA Guilfoyle May 4
In an earth bound dream
found bare and green
blue between moss and splendor
cool and cold, our hands and toes
wild eyed, through the mud we climb
the darkened stair steps
beyond the stars
returning home
to rest our souls
brief, a dream before
the sleep of
our rebirth.
Apr 24 · 358
Barn owls
CA Guilfoyle Apr 24
This wood
cracked and grey
with silent owls that wait the day
at night with eyes that pierce in green and yellow
they wait the moon, so soon to swoop and swallow
the hurried mice fleeing for the banging door
in troubled winds that howl.
At night a haunted place
where branches scrape
the lashing ropes
of hanging
Apr 17 · 229
A bird looking at me
CA Guilfoyle Apr 17
At first I thought it, a eucalyptus tree
but in reality it was an olive
grey with leathery leaves, blowing.
There was a bird looking at me, hungry
just before the wind and rain began,
just before the moment he flew off.
It was clear that I too was unprepared
looking for a home, some shelter
from the hollow, a sweetness
for this empty space
to fill.
Apr 16 · 315
Tlingit Man
CA Guilfoyle Apr 16
In Klawock stands seven totems
and a madman, chanting under ebon skies,
embedded in cedar wood, he is connecting two worlds
a master carver, in a language without words.
Born of the raven clan,
he is tracing ancestry in the wood
seeks the ways of wolf and bear.
Born of water, amid the realms of earth and air
his spirit runs with salmon.
Apr 5 · 317
Early morning
CA Guilfoyle Apr 5
In the sweet of early morning
and only for a few precious moments
I thought of nothing at all
I stared blank at the four walls
in a state between awake and dreaming
and only until the startle of the first bird singing,
the wind playing in the wild branches.
I saw the sun clinging to roofs and trees
light traipsing through the garden lilies
I heard the chirp and groan of frogs
newly green, all the unfurling fronds
and from the broad leaves, the dew
fell sparkling in rivulets
and drank the carpet moss
softly green and splendorous.
#morning #spring #garden #moss
Apr 3 · 208
Wild Atlantic
CA Guilfoyle Apr 3
In Ireland, sea swept and green
against the wind, this mast, salt lipped and bent
by the mad skipping white caps
farther out - the gray fading ships
closer in, the tiny bobbing boats
amid misty fog they float
nets and fish, heavy they list
the watery wilds
toward home.
#sea #Ireland #fishing
Mar 28 · 286
Northern pond
CA Guilfoyle Mar 28
In the northlands,
damp and drowning
come rains of spring,
and suns that sing
before the buds tightly spun
unfurl in worlds of greening.
In the shallow ponds
of ice now gone
are tiny minnows
Mar 14 · 1.2k
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 · 519
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 · 330
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 · 417
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 · 512
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
and can only dream to bloom.
#spring #green #garden #dream
Dec 2017 · 351
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 · 638
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 · 607
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 · 1.2k
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 · 1.3k
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 · 515
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 · 272
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 · 491
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 · 414
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 · 342
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 · 286
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 · 1.0k
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 · 1.8k
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 · 2.1k
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 · 551
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 · 700
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 · 516
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 · 627
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 · 436
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 · 782
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 · 921
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 free
as dandelion seeds wild in these fields.
I hear words like arrows piercing in.
I feel shocks and waves
the seas that comes to swallow.
I face jangled places
of these fears again
amid storms of grays and clouds
and after the washing rains
the birds come singing, flying.
Mar 2017 · 718
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 · 421
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 · 364
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 · 788
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 · 2.3k
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 · 1.2k
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 · 760
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 · 788
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 · 559
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 · 430
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 · 1.8k
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 · 464
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 · 493
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.
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