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
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2012
Words by Emily
an everlasting novel
penned amidst the moors
"Catherine's face was just like the landscape--shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient.
CA Guilfoyle May 2014
As oceans swell in ceaseless waves
love will empty and spill
into a fleeting place
we are ever
longing  
to fill
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.
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2014
Your hypnotic eyes, faceted beguiling jewels
bright as a million stars, entrancing liquid silver pools
and I, just another one of love's dumbfounded fools
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2014
Leave a path......
breathless, fearless - of love
your footsteps born of sacred celestial dust
forever imprinted upon the soul of earth

sit and listen, deep the winds within
settling into sweetest calm
beckoning the power of love
waiting there to find you

break free the traps
of dark illusory, lonely rooms
envision bright worlds anew
all for you to choose

let it begin
let love
win
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
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2013
There was a road, way back there and a wave so high
it rolled over, washing over me.
Time has a way of moving, looking back to see,
your hands waving back at me.
In the middle of the road, that day
when leaves were falling
over you, over me.

Now sun hits the morning, only to run away
clouds and the trees so windy, all the day
til the moon rises over, like a wave
shining over you,
over me

: )
CA Guilfoyle Feb 2015
A Winter Ship

At this wharf there are no grand landings to speak of.
Red and orange barges list and blister
Shackled to the dock, outmoded, gaudy,
And apparently indestructible.
The sea pulses under a skin of oil.

A gull holds his pose on a shanty ridgepole,
Riding the tide of the wind, steady
As wood and formal, in a jacket of ashes,
The whole flat harbor anchored in
The round of his yellow eye-button.

A blimp swims up like a day-moon or tin
Cigar over his rink of fishes.
The prospect is dull as an old etching.
They are unloading three barrels of little *****.
The pier pilings seem about to collapse

And with them that rickety edifice
Of warehouses, derricks, smokestacks and bridges
In the distance. All around us the water slips
And gossips in its loose vernacular,
Ferrying the smells of cod and tar.

Farther out, the waves will be mouthing icecakes —-
A poor month for park-sleepers and lovers.
Even our shadows are blue with cold.
We wanted to see the sun come up
And are met, instead, by this iceribbed ship,

Bearded and blown, an albatross of frost,
Relic of tough weather, every winch and stay
Encased in a glassy pellicle.
The sun will diminish it soon enough:
Each wave-tip glitters like a knife.
masterpiece - what else can I say
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2013
It was winter then, pulling back the covers of dream
to sleep, cold occluded clouds to lift
and wake me, a bird flying by
feathers downy fly,
drift, softly
as the
sky

In dreams
beyond stars, night
can but
only
die
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2012
Hills, brown rustic reds
skies pile colored layers on
Rattlesnake vertebrae bones
scent of creosote
high desert home

Lover, painter
wild poppies - orange paper
petals, sepal magnification
watercolor, oil painted
gradations

Abiquiu home,
desert ghosts, coyotes
wildflower gardens grown
to pick, to paint perfection
a flower
alone
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2012
The wind moved in magenta waves
across long summer grass  
We drove to the usual lookout place
first the creaking, then the shrill
An ancient glacier crashing, calving,
splashing ominous waves that met us at the road
Wet washing horizontal rain
a moment of rebirth
dripping, dumbfounded
soaked immaculate
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2016
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 silent
at the altar of dawn.
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.
CA Guilfoyle Jan 2015
Winter's unsteady weather
cold, cold, hot desert
on this walkabout with severe angles of sun
icy mornings drip into the sweat of day
the impasse of giant stones, the gods have laid
to stop or climb another way
egos travel irretrievable, sink into what is real
here we scale thorny towers of denial
revealed, peeled in layers - to cry, to smile
meanwhile, awakened, shaken
from the sleep of our amnesia
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
CA Guilfoyle May 2015
Never leave running away in uncertain winds,
nor leave me dangling as a leaf, high or out of reach,
hung by a thread to spin
darling, you are the sea of my drowning,
the placid lake I've come to swim.

Come with your smile, sunning
let your days go shining at the shore
where our eyes shimmer as moonlight on water
tranquil as the silent stars that fall.

Come as the ocean blue, dazzling, opulent
with expansive arms, embracing all of this
even wildfires burning fast into embers
a torrent, a rushing river
our love, like holy water
that finds its way back
to an undying sea.
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2015
Just lying on the couch and being happy.
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.

People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can't
monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.

Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People won't even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.

Later in the day you can act like the others.
You can shake your head. You can frown.

William Stafford
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2013
So long summer river
bright snowflakes have fallen
leaving you silent where darkness deepens
grey winds rush
and cannot move you along
so dream of Spring's flowering songs
in cold nights of crystalline
when quiet winter snow
falls still upon
the meadow
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2014
How like a fever this red sky burns of fire
impossible sun, hot orange ember
never to grasp, melts so quick the day
a fire extinguished, vanishes into night
black sea of coal, this place
colorless my sight
sinks slight, my heart with sorrow
drifts ever in night's darkness
ever into the unknowns
of tomorrow
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.
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.
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2013
Windows never see me, looking through
stairways never lead me to
all the places outside
at the day's end
looking in

Blue day of sun rays will shine
stars beam, yellow moon streams
make drowsy eyes dream

Nightjars
glide through fragrant cedar trees
starlit, past the silence
to a place of dream
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2013
In the Autumn woods of dreaming,
leaving night's forest, in search of coming dawn
amidst a meadow clearing, insects glistened
swooping birds flew swift
without a sound
made softest petals, swirl in circles
to the ground
falling
I was falling, deep in love
with Autumn
sparkling radiantly
so crisp the dawn
CA Guilfoyle May 2015
Wings they came at first, unknowingly
didn't even feel them - a part of me
until you pulled the ground
the quicksand from my feet
breathed my sinking sleep
awake
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2012
Who shall remain to speak of Eden sleeping?
When gone the earth, our splendid garden
left of backward dreaming
and all the glorious twisty tendril reaches
vines to cling to life, anew the greening seasons

Alone the fields in September shades, grains
of wheat and rye will not play, of fall's refraining
or sing the cat birds strange meowing

Once rows and rows, the fields flowed,
fed heavenly our daily bread
before the GMOs

Unearthly - sick the flocks afield
no bees about, the headless flowering yields
all the gifts, the seeds of life cannot be found again
we've decimated Eden




http://www.greenmedinfo.com/blog/dows-deadly-harvest-return-agent-orange

There's hope:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P03nNeYiJo&feature;=related
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2013
It came hollow as carved bone and cold
strange as moon glow shrouded in mists of fog
it blew breathless, deep as darkest space, unnamed
with towering waves, it came
crashing silent upon the earth and sea
Sun stars melted.
Who will light candles for them?
For whales, seals and the
fallen humans?
in response to Fukushima and the ongoing nuclear assault occurring on earth :(
and still they want more, total insanity.
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2012
poems come

at all hours

blooming as flowers

drinking up
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2016
Some days I wake
in the cooling clouds and rain
float into the unknown of day
sometimes I am nearly froze
in wintry dreams of streams and ponds
sometimes my feet in forests, treading mossy greens
I walk amid summer trees, that shine in a sun path, glistening
one day with autumn leaves, I'll go falling back to earth, so soon to sleep.
CA Guilfoyle Jan 2016
On my doorstep a poetry book, you left
cold with night winds, shivering words
written in your hand, poems I never read
I saw the way you tried to pretend
like there was something, somehow to mend
that night you descended like an angel
maybe Gabriel, sweetly musical
while Christmas songs played on the radio
I watched as holiday lights flew by
all the while your angelic disguise beguiled
felt the weight of deep denial
but I blame the stark desert moon
blame your entrancing wicked eyes
our foolish lonesome desires
and still I don't regret
that night, the blue hot,
burning of the fire.
CA Guilfoyle Oct 2015
I tried water
wading, floating, drowning
the pooling and spilling of years
immersed myself holy,
deeply to find the fear
dark in the deep end
the coming home to soul
the pain of it all
unknowingly I'd slept
heart wrecked
frozen in fear
unwilling to look
until there was
no other choice
until one day discovering
hidden truths beyond
my darkest void
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2015
I went home, it was a long, dry stretch of road
walking backwards toward the sun
the red heat dripped and pooled
rested in spaces of backbone
a white hot desert, sand blown
I went searching
beyond denial - to feel
I found lost parts
beyond the parch
and peel
CA Guilfoyle May 2013
Bird

It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

Pablo Neruda

I was reminded of this poem today and felt compelled to post it here, no words do I have, except thank you Pablo!
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2015
How you flew, newly feathered
a fledgling falling from the sky
but upwinds sailed you far and high
carried you, strong through clouds
winged and wild your arms
fingers running through
the updrafts of cold,
cooling, then
warm.
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2012
He, a bird hunting
Prey reigns, winged catching a ****
Eyes to pierce the night
CA Guilfoyle Feb 2013
Beyond the oak and silver hills the day nestled in
soft breeze about the land, lily white moon
to light a sky of sparkling starry flowers
Whispers woke the sleeping one
and spoke the night to follow
Owl flew ever high  
beneath a Perseid's shower
A dream - you awoke
to watch shooting stars fall quiet
passed your window
til morning came with birds and stars
peace upon your pillow
CA Guilfoyle May 2013
Ancient oaks so swiftly you fell
no silence wherein cruel, unthinking men dwell
your echoing woods now lay upon the ground
with birds and tears, the ripping down
now where shall they go to shelter
safe from the storm?

Cold the world of choking cities we build
barren and stripped, the land we conquer, ****
dark this greed of men I deplore
and where shall we go to shelter
safe from the storm?
CA Guilfoyle Oct 2012
Pillow, soft nest of dreams, she sleeps
wings - birds embroidered flew
across lakes - blue water drops,
swell of seas break - calling
swans home, willowy winds sigh
whispers, feathers fly
windows of light, branches delight her walls
dancing before
the fiery fall
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2015
It was soft, a purple shade
lavender, lilac made
of flowers warm, we breathed
deep the inhale, swirling round
sweet the exhale, falling to the ground
reaching deep in soul
the sink, the swallow
birds of spring
songs to fill
the hollows.
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2014
time, it never lingers
winds are always blowing  
oceans, waves for life to swim
watch birds rise, from restless seas
with wings, your heart will soar
through clouds of light
birds will show the way
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2012
my birthday


runs me aground


awaiting another tide to turn
yep, another year done gone....happy birthday to me!
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2015
This antiquated avenue
of ghostly breath - breathes
throne of the copper queen
and all who've been
will never be the same
sun drunk days
desert agave grey
hilly houses, some withered and crumbled
another vagrant, I amble
as red mountain swallows the sun
into night's sky, so soon
the fading light of day
startled by the moon.
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2013
Sudden storm,  grey clouds reign of thunder
tears like fire from the sky, pelting hail
petals ripped away, like snowing cherry trees
blossoms fall in the shadows
cold - the day of love's
black flower
CA Guilfoyle May 2014
Red fire
hissing down green mountain
a burning blackness
of lifeless trees
molten river bleeding
to the sea.

Black lava road, winding wild
an ashen path to the
cerulean sea.
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2014
blue, how salt corrosion eats away
falling leaves, dead decay
here, then gone away
oh and there were rivers
climbed upstream
sleeping to lose yourself
in dreams

red the rust
of a long vacant stay
cold, the break away
how grey rains sway
uncaring of our names

orchard of trees
the dying bees
our fruit hung, with disease
lost to blight
falling to
our knees
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2015
Summer flowers, all the tiny petals
are colored stars falling to the river
floating in a watery heaven
sailing far beyond this day
into nothingness
into everything seen
like blood red petals
that mingle with
autumn's moon
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2014
If we could go shining
glinting gold off water
far and flying, doves
words would never falter
only sweet, to sing of home
falling gently from soft reddened lips
then we as flowers would ever bloom like song
CA Guilfoyle Oct 2014
In this world
starry eyed, we bloom
petals silk your lips, sing
sweet violet songs to me
a drifting scented dream
blue sea of you and me
CA Guilfoyle May 2014
Blue
it is an ocean
a siren crying
a haunting rainstorm
which floods
the soul
with tears
you
dare
to
feel

Blue
it is the sky
expansive
cloudless
surreal
dream
you
love
to
feel
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2015
Early in the morning
blue skies of birdsong
winging in summer
singing sweet of dawn
awakened from dreaming
the day is unfolding with love
early in the morning with the sun
we are opening like blossoms at blue lily pond
no words spoken only reflection within
early in the morning with the sun
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