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Sep 2014 · 333
I will look for you
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2014
When I wait for northern lights, absent is the moon
and too the sun has gone, silence of blue green lights come
like colored ghosts of whirling skies, they fly
and I no longer think of night stars
I can only dream to fly, to shine
magenta in magnetic fields

But tonight it is you
that burns across, beyond the heavens
dazzling brilliantly, now beyond this earthly plane
to join a symphony of seas and stars out there, unknown
gathering in the ethers of forever

Last night I dreamed of you
smiling, as you laid
in green fields laughing
and tonight I will see you
in the northern lights
shining
Dedicated to my dear brother Curtis, who passed away this morning.
It has been a difficult year, with the death of my Father in Jan and now my brother.
Sep 2014 · 500
Storms
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2014
Waterfall, the swell of rains will come
fierce a wind that takes our breath and then is gone
the mad sailing, that leaves us to the wild seas
borne of oceans, ripped away, lost to vacant longings
we wait the temperamental moons of coming, going
always seeking for other shores, anchors
to hold our souls, unchained, reclaimed
in foreign lands, hearts to mend
and still another storm
will come
Sep 2014 · 512
Sacred ground
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2014
rustic rain
brown-yellow hills
crows circle a carrion ****
I've come for resurrection to bleed against the sky
thirst of deserts longing, cool water washings
bones, abandoned skulls - sun bleached white
prayer offerings for an earthy altar
here where death is hallowed
Aug 2014 · 926
Heart surgery
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2014
I am delirious, lingering from days
frayed at both ends, especially the head
and knotted in the middle, a rope tightened
round the heart, squeezing beats out
in stops and starts, oh but this is how
we play the game, it's sweaty palmed,
brow furrowed fun, with far too many clocks
cold halls to walk, amongst holy ghosts
tearing through white sheeted rooms, they haunt
or sometimes they bring invisible healing
placing flowers in colorful rings
and garlands circling round the bed
and in the night, only blue white light
to fill a room, basked in love
a tattered heart to mend
my dear brother just underwent major heart surgery today
Aug 2014 · 604
Wilder
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2014
Stars at night, long the hours
watching animal spirits deep in the wooded wilds
tracing circles round the moon, glowing
translucent spiders weaving webs
floating at the edge, before diving in
oceans of sailing green seas
waves newly born, bright as sparks
lightning in the dark, igniting hearts
fiery blue, water too, the earth and air runs through
basking in other worldly realms of moon
with hearts, pure white where lilies bloom
home, where the soul of the sea is borne
drenched in storms of falling star seas
yours is a place wilder, than these.
Aug 2014 · 347
The wind
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2014
Wind, wind it came in
I was glad it did, the way it blew
around my heart and through
a place of hollow blue, a storm
warm of drumming beats in sync
went swirling round my head
a flutter of butterflies flew on
through morning fog
a song was heard of
leafy trees and birds that speak
connecting me once more
the breeze that blows
to shake the soul
of me, quite free
all the day listening
to the earth
and all the ways
of wind
Aug 2014 · 655
Forest dawn
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2014
Where sleeps the crescent moon
and drifts bright stars away
to bring a song of light
glowing from a thicket there
where tawny birds take flight
or dappled in the wooded trees
foggy breathed the morning light
with rousing sounds of faeries there
drowsy in their dreaming cares
they bid farewell unto the night,
to stars that sail swift into the evanescent light.

Now springs another day from this woodland place
soft with mossy grays or starry lichen lace
green the leafy ferns will wake
with scented rains, wet upon the bark
incense cedars drift and swirl
sweet, the air of smoke
until alas the sun, so brilliant comes
from behind a clouded cloak
and disappears once more
the dawn that softly spoke.
Aug 2014 · 439
Pentimento
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2014
Ages have gone, with all the colors run
shadows of a place, a northern home
a memory in sepia, with dust upon the mantle
a woman, a face behind the veil
the evening light streams about
the room in layers, golden, yellow
how strange a glow that lights her face
and faint a smile's revealed
Aug 2014 · 1.1k
An empty hollow
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2014
The moon has left the sky
no longer does it shine, nor stars glittering fall
only nights draped in coldest black, as if winter
as if a northern squall bangs upon the shutters
a pounding in my heart emptied hollow
a memory, your face sullen sallow
now only a breathless shadow
across the fields
of my days
Aug 2014 · 448
Celestial being
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2014
Many colors the ocean of golden sun
through darkness, shines a starlit home
a portal of moon, behind a cloud that comes
and fades the black into the endless dawn
and finds a place, heaven sent that sacred
shines upon the soul
Aug 2014 · 430
The soul
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2014
After some time, there are no words spoken
only an awakening in the silence
of a blue light dawn, a moment
where stars linger on
a portal is found
where the soul
lives on
and on
Aug 2014 · 532
Of dawn in summer
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2014
In the garden, a bird, a flower
gold the edge, gold the dawn that hovers
a song of summer, a tiny sparrow perched
long upon the woody yarrow, that musky fills the air
a redolent warmly breeze, brushes by the maple trees
caressing sweet the singing leaves and breathes the air of heaven
in the gold of a halcyon summer
beyond the hills of sage, grey plumes  
the stark blue sky cloudless looms
and sings with birds in lilting waves high above the field
they break the silence in a world transformed
a song - void of man's ordinary words.
Jul 2014 · 456
Only a moment
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
Soft the silver needles
falling to the ground, tiny boughs
wet with misty raining seas dampening
dark the forest trees, late in summer
call of early morning
blue the sky, blue the salty cry
of sailing seagulls
this breadth of day
brief a moment
hovers, then
flies away
a little memory of Mendocino, Calif. where the forest meets the sea
Jul 2014 · 504
Summer song
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
Woods, the birds on branches, swing
words, the forest trees, will sing
of summer winds, a leafy song of green
blue the sky is painting, not a cloud
only the sparkling of sun, a song
of mosses warmed, a fragrance undone
black and fuzzy yellow bees, circle hypnotically
tiny hunters, drunk with pollen, disappearing
in the tiger lily towers, and fly they
home to serve a sacred queen
all the day, the sweetness
of gathering honey
Jul 2014 · 511
Gentle the summer rain
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
It came softly warm, mist of fragrant showers
bright flowers of parchment petals, drank
of sun, of moon, of rain
a world glistening, silent
as perseid shooting stars
falling from a sea
of heavens
Jul 2014 · 583
Trilliums - haiku
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
petals, leaves in threes
looking triangularly
do not pick them, please
Jul 2014 · 407
In the air so still
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
In the warmth of a summer forest
I sat in the mossy scented air so low
quietly still, as silent raindrops fell
my woodwind breath of music, floated
as I remembered how to breathe
awakened in my soul, a well of joy and sorrow
it came in waves, to flood the heart, it's empty halls and chambers
a wave of grief soon surfacing, and I with nowhere else to run
was made to feel, letting the wave take me, a wet washing of tears
cry of locked away fears - deep to feel
of my hidden soul, a truth revealed
how sacred a moment, a place to heal
Jul 2014 · 491
Cry of the soul
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
There is only a flashing, of soul
a susurrous echoing, hidden, hushed away
in the running down of slipping sands and fall of dreams
an ocean of water washing waves, bury and uncover
one cannot ignore it's constant call
an ache, beautiful a sorrowful longing
deep, calling you home
Jul 2014 · 1.0k
Of petrichor
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
after the storm
an efflorescence
still drips the air
still the rain so near
only, just here
earth of fire, quelled  
where a storm seeps in
copper veined, iron blood
burning blue this place
of redolent warmth
unseen
Jul 2014 · 523
A vacant place
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
no more, your crushing words uttered
only the vacancy of a hollow left shuddered  
a final gasp of dead air swallowed
our friendship lost down an ever
silent river, only thoughts
circling, meander deep
they bore their way
into the heart
an ache
Jul 2014 · 4.7k
Woodland summer
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
It was only ever flowers, in a meadow wild
tangled tendril vines, of blue eyed passiflora
caressing stems of blooming heart, delicate dicentra
shining silver in early summer, a pond of silken mirrors
leafy vines of garland rings, nature weaved
perfectly a tranquil scene of bonny swans
float silently amidst fallen petals
soft nests of downy feathers, wispy on the winds
that a woodland summer drifts on
Jul 2014 · 2.2k
Copper
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
you are gorgeous in turquoise blue
a swirling oxidation, transformation of warm reds
you are ocean water colors, deep in rocks, in canyon waterfalls
like the changing light of eyes, chameleon colored
ancient, elemental
essential
Jul 2014 · 508
Walking home
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
Today walking the cut off road, home
watching clouds and birds disappearing
all these moments of coming, going
I came upon feathers of a flicker, brightest orange
and further on the road, his body
and wondered of his dying
and if he was freer in death
or in flying

Of my own life I pondered
the fleeting moments of freedom
so much lost in the sinking sun of youth
difficult to find amidst a hurried life
fewer and farther in between
to breathe, a restless mind
settling in a silent stream
and when shall come the hour
a moment to be free
Jul 2014 · 560
a conversation in my head
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
Ilion Gray, such a cool name
I love the name Ilion - Ilion Gray
I wonder is it his real name
it looks like it could be, his name
though I've never known an Ilion
never read poems by any other Ilion's
his name fits perfect, his poems, exquisite
and today I see him posted on the front page
a prince of words, a master, a sage
I think he lives in NY, probably downtown
I bet it's loud, I love the way he writes like that
I wonder what kinds of things he does, in summer
or winter, I know he has a cap, but does he have coat and gloves
I wonder how many times, he fell drunk in love
he probably reads poetry on a stage, a pastiche word parade
a lyrical brigade, loaded and fired, finishing with a bow
yeah, I bet Ilion is writing a killer poem right now
Jul 2014 · 1.2k
Tornado
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
Deathly quiet all the sky, distant black, pitching
birds, sudden screeching turns, disappearing
windows rattled, beneath banging shutters
awaiting the pain of centrifuge
a house, like glass to shatter
shards of cutting winds
Jun 2014 · 1.0k
Only to sing
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
Some say
she is lost to writing poems
snippets, little vignettes of beauty
so much nature inspired, obsessed
with green, botany driven desires
forever in skies, blue, or black with stars
meteor showers, falling, melting
like the liquid silver, red sea of mars
crashing waves, her days
tossed, tumbled, stumbling onto poetry
there is no fault, in words
no shame to be made
would be a sorrowful price to pay
she is writing to find
some truths, a sleuth, a seeker
of going within, without doubt
writing to find herself
most days searching out signs of life
to feel what it would be like, to be
in trees, in leaves, to sleep in green towers
of garden lily bowers
to finally dream in lucid colors, surreal
climbing invisible ladders
in orchards of apple blossom Springs
to sing, sing, sing
Jun 2014 · 1.4k
Starstruck
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
her face, moonlight, diffused
pure art, creamy, curved
hands of finest sculpture
alabaster smoothed
delicate strands, her hair
of softest gold
floats, she dwells in stars
Venus, high priestess
magnetic force above
ever invincible
ruler of love
Jun 2014 · 766
Lost poet
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
Finding your poems, there, all but faded
dust of pages, your fleeting song of days
secret book of you, lost among the ruins, laid
and there I stayed, many an hour
and could not tear away
Jun 2014 · 584
When I sleep in forests
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
Eyes, crystalline, shine awake
newborn suns stream, blue light
mists of fog breaking through
cool breath, of forest's wet
steaming bark, clouds of water smoke
trees breathe deep, drinking dawn
mosses warm in wooded sun
raven call penetrates the soul, an ageless echo
pulse of forest drums, awake my heart
in birded rhythmic song, connection, meditation
I am home, I am home
Jun 2014 · 426
Fly from darkness
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
When I come from dark of forests
toward gold of light, lose my shadow self
where I am found, unfettered, unbound
a sudden turn, a bird of changing season
Oh, the updrafts that spin me sailing
back toward traps of sinking dark dismay
blessed are love's illuminated moments
when I do not touch down in blackened storms
but rather, fly toward home
Jun 2014 · 417
Grief
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
A wave, a black flood pooling
storm of sorrow leaving  
deep wound of darkness reigning
teardrops falling to the ground
your buried silence
grieving
Jun 2014 · 5.5k
The GMO field of spoils
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
Grow organic gardens, untainted seeds, saved and collected
plow the dirt, rich red earth, autumn's bountiful birth
food pure and wild, to eat - a way of life!

we cannot thrive in unearthly soils
in their poisonous, GMO field of spoils

awaken from our sleeping denials
autism, sickness born in the chemical fields
all the killing of you and I
I am most concerned about the direction of the world's food supplies, and especially here in the USA. We are being bamboozled by the big Food corps, they have continually spent millions of dollars to insure that proper labeling of their Gmo foods, laden with pesticides, and harmful chemicals, will remain status  quo, therefore keeping the general public in the dark. This is a huge issue folks. Much of our modern day illnesses can be traced to our diets and the foods we eat. I urge you to boycott these big brand names - VOTE with your wallet.

The GMA, whose 300-plus members include Monsanto, Coca-Cola, and General Mills, is also pushing a Congressional bill called the "Safe and Accurate Food Labeling Act of 2014."11 The bill, dubbed the "DARK" (Denying Americans the Right to Know) Act, would actually preempt all states from passing GMO labeling laws

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http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2014/06/24/honest-tea-gmo-labeling.aspx?e_cid=20140624Z1_DNL_art_1&utm;_source=dnl&utm;_medium=email&utm;_content=art1&utm;_campaign=20140624Z1&et;_cid=DM48529&et;_rid=563944015
Jun 2014 · 774
Chickasaw
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
Woodland child, you have lost the moon
to walk a path, dark of fallen trees
sorrow of your sacred homeland camps besieged
the old ways buried, deep the red earth swallowed
all the precious souls, have flown far into the endless night of eagle
feathers swirl, scattered at this ancient altar

In the ashen air
always your heart remains, your wisdom blood breathes
like the sun of fire, your dance of vivid painted colors
surreal dream of Tishomingo, trading beaded leathers
through the ages, children rooted in trees and fields
medicine men smoked in visions of waterfall suns
all of our days, deep this bloodline runs
honoring my heritage
Jun 2014 · 446
Sometimes, traveling
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
When I am traveling, long  
the days and sweat of trains, window games  
play of strangers, lonely stray
and I with no escape, but my mind to fly away
will meditate, sink deep into my seat
to disappear, into other worlds
far from my destination
derailed from expectation
like the mad seeking of the sun
when only moons will come
awaiting a friend, a hand to hold
the lonesome of traveling alone
Jun 2014 · 321
love and the stars
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
All the air alight, sparks fly
lightning, touching down
the falling of skies, falling of stars
dumb, I am mad and beyond
too far off course to find
the mere constellations
I've ever known
Jun 2014 · 386
When we were endless green
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
When we were very far
and there were never any roads, no star lights strung, to follow
only a winding path, a branch to grasp
a place to fill the hollow

blue the summer, with drowsy daisies came
petals, petals, we drew circles round the sun
gold spun, our halo heads of pollen
gold, the bees of sleepy flowers, fallen
they, seeking clover grass, heaven

days we lived deep in hills
we were endless green, in countries never mapped
stretching past the farms afield, in other worlds
borderlands, too far to see, beyond the gray of days
and we were ever free, in the shining silver
of our hallowed hills of sun
Jun 2014 · 545
Summer's drift
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
That time in summer's red, the hilly sands I climbed
willow grass woven white with yarrow, fragrantly entwined
my eyes softened in sea drift's tide, of puddled shallows
ocean sang in rising waves, wild sea kelp tangled
sun slept scarce hours, it's shining seaward beams
that only leave as the final silhouette
vanishes into night's dream
Jun 2014 · 374
Gently - 10w
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
be gentle as you breathe

your days away

all count
Jun 2014 · 410
Of love
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
I will see you in the fields of days
in the blue or grey of thundering storms
though wild rivers change course
and I lose ground, you steadfast remain
you are the rousing dawn of birdsong
the silver sun of white light flashing
you are the wind, a whisper, a kiss
upon my face, that lifts my sullen eyes
all the tears, your infinite ocean washes away
and I am left upon the shore, where only love remains
Jun 2014 · 1.5k
Impermanence
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
Breath like wind
always coming, going
disappearing words written on a mirror
as you breathe, so shall love leave
words will reappear amidst foggy steam
only traces, of a heart remain
this longing, this rebirth and dying
brief our days, love we cannot grasp
nothing won or lost - all is impermanence
Jun 2014 · 314
Night skies
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
In the evening, by the sea
subtle ripples, bright as liquid silver, flash
an ocean of color, to drink away the sun  
a line of light fades into skies of night
from the call of deepest dark
a birth of luminous stars
such blue, white fires, only burn
no cares, no seasons do they discern
they have come and gone, without our knowing
they will never sleep, only change in cosmic storms
burning away in the vastness
of other forms
Jun 2014 · 859
garden of the sun
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
a garden fence of wooden slats
giant poppies bloom and fill the gaps
brightest petals, orange

white birds of summer  
will mend, with twine and twig
windy nests of a northern winter

today, only an indigo sea
of lavender bees, will hum
like gold, beneath the sun

no frowning clouds will come
only morning glory flowers will bloom
blue as sky, blue as heaven
Jun 2014 · 331
Shadows of summer
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
Watching long shadows
some slipping under fences
tricky summer suns
like to play me dumb
or glare me, half blind
sometimes I run
or sometimes walking backwards
looking where I've been
in the heat of day
only a dream to sway
under the cool
of moons
Jun 2014 · 908
Tlingit man
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
In Klawock stands seven totems
and a madman, chanting under ebon skies
he is embedded in the cedar wood, he is connecting worlds
a master carver, of language without words
of the raven clan, he is tracing ancestry in the wood
seeking the old ways of eagle, wolf and bear
born of water, amid the realms of earth and air
his spirit runs with salmon.
Jun 2014 · 1.0k
Spell
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
Crushing you've come, traipsing through
my fruits and flowers, to stalk after dark, my heart
disguised in scented garlands, your secret blood and art
do you think me cruel, maybe a fool, or maybe
just a lover of summer white moons
with stars and tricks and the air too hot
my mind is asunder, I've fallen under
hypnotic spells you weave
and now it's really
far too late
to leave
Jun 2014 · 323
Red + Gray
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
red
it is the clay of hills
cathedral clouds of sunsets burning
the weeping that calls you home
it is the fire within

gray
it is the ashes
blowing from your hands
the sands slipping, back to earth
a soul sifting, a balanced scale
awaiting your rebirth
Jun 2014 · 1.3k
the night garden
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
In the night garden, star flowers linger
long before dawn, before the sun
vines climb, with ivory flowers hung
bringing light, where the moon glows pale
flowered jasmine is sweet beneath the air of fire
with lanterns lit in floral scents
glowing through diaphanous petals
here, where the earth shines like heaven
and blooms not unlike the stars.
Jun 2014 · 1.2k
In Mexico
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
The furniture was Oaxacan wood
finished in plum, red blood
with brightly painted finials
haunting little animals

a lazy, creaking fan
whirred on, above
in gasping bursts, too tired
to cool the room
and only moved
the paper bougainvilleas
glowing - orange, peachy, red

my feet, ever ecstatic to meet
the cool of clay saltillo tiles
red faced, happy to have escaped
into this mirage,  my one thought
being margaritas
Jun 2014 · 1.1k
the wall
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
decorated, concealed
whitewashed, peeled
years of little earthquakes
will shake you

she is framed art hung, unsung
unknown to anyone
jilted, wilted
a still life flower
hanging ever crooked
upon the wall
dedicated to all who struggle with drug addiction, especially to a certain person in my life
Jun 2014 · 2.2k
Connection
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
In your hands
I shall place
sweetest flowers
little yellow suns
to hold you
shining

upon your palms
I will map days
follow hidden paths
traced through trees
to reach
quiet rivers

holding your hands
at the border's edge
free dive, trusting
letting go, to fall
our two souls
deeply connected
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