"cloudberry" poems
Lightning Strikes 323 Norwegian Reindeer
Hunters made the discovery, stealth and *****
dabbed anoraks all for nothing not to mention
a critical downwind approach and camo blend
that rendered Frode and Jørgen or Ove and Anders
invisible against rock and lichen and cloudberry
but offered little protection against thoughts sublime.
Ove, perhaps, cursing God for poor sportsmanship,
the divine equivalent of dynamiting fish, while Anders
gave silent thanks to fortune, a freezer full of steaks.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
love written on palms
strapped in tandem
asked if i wanted to dance in the clouds with you
right beside me
cloudberry you're my beloved
involuntarily bloomed for your bee
the cure of your currant
leaves thoughts that are never vacant
love is abundant
golden fields cover my heart
touch my tongue
followed by the melody of a harp
up in the sky
ballads never quiet
always highly sung
completely
immensely
sprung
flung into young love
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 12:23 AM UTC
And, so
he marries the Finn and
Väinämöinen
walks in
dragging the whole Kalevala
behind him on a sled
opening the word box
for the sounds to escape
and leave
to dwell inside him
the myths and lore
of Love.
A cloudberry
falling into her
pregnant
belly button
the child
fashioned from her
living in the quick quick
midnight tales
the frozen hoard of words
thawing
as my hearing
takes them in
the unborn
listening to its future
in its past.
Words upon lips
dissolving into laughter
like a falling snowflake
on the tip of a pink tongue
stuck out in
the Aurora Borealis.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
uyeasound
cloudberry
batholith
dreamville
inner places of bijou
stone and mortar
of the exiguous me
wants the sweetest suspire
the complete rapture
to be within the maze
of you
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 2:47 PM UTC