Dec 2018 · 75
Flash of soul
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2018
The crushing stone, mortar and pestle
finely ground and sifted, unveiled and known
the wet washing of rain and rivers to ford
ancestral trespasses in the newly born
takes many a year to discover, to forgive and recover.

It is something worthwhile to deeply feel
the wounds of the soul allowed to reveal
the truth of who we are, at last
only a flash, unmasked
only a butterfly
so soon to pass.
Dec 2018 · 64
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2018
The drowning time is near
storm of black winged clouds
in capes of billowing grey you loom
while ravens swoop and claw
I hide myself in the wooded hollows of my room
my mind goes running in the rain, reflections
cut by shards of window glass and tears
all the storms that come to push me through
the lingering of my fears.
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2018
These cool shells in pocket, grit of sand sifting to the bottom
the sweeping of wind and shining of beach grass
glow of this morning's sun, a sort of leftover  lingering of moon
the whole morning with petals of sea salted fragrance
in the air and swirling round the hills and dunes
I sit sipping tea, in scenes deeply steeped
a deep peace and nothing else.
Nov 2018 · 134
Too far my lover
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2018
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
****** our hollow bed
of haunting, silent screams
too soon the fiery devil
too far my lover
the spring.
Nov 2018 · 128
Half moon day
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2018
Some days, this desert
under spells of sun and moon
think, I brood in fields of agave blue
the angled sun blares sharp to parch
to dry, to crackle leaves to dust
tricky this prickly pear cactus
bitter thorns laden with
impossible blood sweet fruit
while high and seen out the corner
of my eye, the half moon smiles
beguiled by the sun.
Nov 2018 · 902
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2018
Fiddlehead fern rooted in earth

warmth of sunshine gives birth to your unfurling

green forest smiles as you reach toward stars

you are smiling like moonlight

shining back through trees.
Nov 2018 · 169
Cold of November
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2018
Now these clouds, the cold mean greys
sideways rain, the north lands I remember.
The drowning choke of smoke and fire,
traveling the dark road to your home.
The black and spark of stars we watched
through the night before that killing dawn
before the fog, the cold that held us down.
The clinch and grasp, a slow stinging wasp.
Gone the fragrant allure and hum of bees
the honey meadow of petals,
only a fleeting summer - we gathered
now swallowed in the autumn thunder,
the bruising cold of November.
Nov 2018 · 222
Desert day
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2018
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.
Nov 2018 · 132
Diaphanous dance
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2018
Delicate these green wings, diaphanous moth paper
wings melded to glass, and smashed
half tattered, your sequin gown glistening.
What game, these moon magnetics,
these hot porch light dances
we live and die to play
hide and seek amid
the falling stars
and flashes.
Nov 2018 · 55
Quiet of morning
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2018
This morning
only the memory of moon
now the windy grass is yawning
leaves are singing to the plum red sun
silhouetted birds move silently across the sky.
Jul 2018 · 4.8k
The forest green and blues
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2018
All day long with clouds and birds
the greens and blues moving through the water
I wish my fingers were water color crayons
to paint these scenes on leaves of paper
to capture water drops on stones, lighter, darker
the sky, the soft rain I taste
all the ways I lived this day.
In the morning to wake up
deep and breathing in
an ancient forest.
Jul 2018 · 288
This trouble
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2018
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 2018 · 358
Blue of nights
CA Guilfoyle May 2018
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 2018 · 443
This sleep
CA Guilfoyle May 2018
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 2018 · 396
Tlingit Man
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2018
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 2018 · 3.2k
Early morning
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2018
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 2018 · 269
Wild Atlantic
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2018
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 2018 · 334
Northern pond
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2018
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 2018 · 1.3k
Night and truth
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2018
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 2018 · 2.2k
Winter park
CA Guilfoyle Feb 2018
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 ***** 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 2018 · 386
Felt like wind
CA Guilfoyle Feb 2018
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 2018 · 473
Wild ocean
CA Guilfoyle Jan 2018
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 2018 · 569
The greening of spring
CA Guilfoyle Jan 2018
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 · 433
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 · 685
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 · 1.3k
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 · 1.4k
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 · 564
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 · 316
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 · 535
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 · 474
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 · 379
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 · 325
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 · 1.1k
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 · 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 · 596
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 · 735
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 · 560
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 · 659
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 · 469
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 · 829
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 · 1.4k
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 sea 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 · 772
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 · 472
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 · 404
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 · 830
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 · 4.9k
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 · 1.3k
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.
***** 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 · 824
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.
Dec 2016 · 588
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.
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