"awaker" poems
Stars like sparks splutter to bed
as birds catch fire.
Smut-red lips of sultry sun kiss
mouldering night
and in dawn's shimmering light
greet lightening sky.
Throat of thrush flintily strikes
other minds as incite
to fly for edge of day's eye sets
alive morning's
explosions that electrify every
tongue in flight
while I, amazed, note the calls
of each feathered
awaker who knows time's sign
has arrived to feed
if for today chicks are to thrive.
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
Stars like sparks splutter to bed
as birds catch fire.
Smut-red lips of sultry sun kiss
mouldering night
and in dawn's shimmering light
greet lightening sky.
Throat of thrush flintily strikes
other minds as incite
to fly for edge of day's eye sets
alive morning's
explosions that electrify every
tongue in flight
while I, amazed, note the calls
of each feathered
awaker who knows time's sign
has arrived to feed
if for today chicks are to thrive.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
dragonlit backpack
shining on my wet hands
i dipped in the river
of my dreams.
i felt them fading
swept away like dust in the wind-
i didn’t try to hold on because
i was living as i just woke up.
i lay there thinking
of new things
like kisses and hugs
and dreamy laughs and hair.
i wondered about nothing in particular
as i lay on my bed
slightly dizzy and waiting patiently
without words, only images
to wake up well.
so i woke up and i stumbled
as the blood dropped through my body
from my brain
and i felt awaker and forgetting
of the uncomfort just before,
after i had washed my face with
cold water.
some time later
a flash of silver and green
against a blue transparent
transpiring sea
still
with low thin clouds
and streams of blue reflection
glimmering gently and safely
against the beating of my heart
which i did not feel consciously.
i had just woke up
and i was thinking about my day.
what i have to do,
yet without stress.
harness
and live up
only the best stepping
when you’re not dizzily pushing
and scraped knees and elbows (unscarily)
past the high stems and bush flowers.
see, there are flowers
even there.
dragon
light,
be mine,
is mine.
is me.
i love my dragon spirit
and i’ll walk across these
stones this year even better.
even further, faster, harder work is my achievement to
be
me! oh what a feeling
and joy to live
and have
and experience
and see.
isn’t it great when your eyes don’t blur out
when you’re thinking
(it’s a cycle- i’m tired and i blur and get caught in my thoughts
then i waste time and sleep late and am tired again)
so this year i’m stepping with more skill
and like the still water i’m peaceful gentle and strong.
too beautiful to stare at too long because it’s uncomprehendable
beyond my comprehension and perhaps i shouldn’t waste time
trying to comprehend at all, not that i had.
yet it was some strange feeling to consciously know
something was out of my reach.
at least it is there, it is enough that i live with it.
i will slowly understand the fullness of it
of living
this is a metaphor perhaps.
dragonlike soul lionlike soul catlike soul
human soul
i’m living!
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC