24 September, 2010

Foreseer

Deep-rooted in heart, 
the foreseer's story told
like fall leaves wash out.-daw



22 September, 2010

Mushrooms and Pine Cones

MUSHROOMS and PINE CONES

fire of the night
built of nature's gifts,
as mother's tongue licks
At Our Feet.

dancing reflections of
sun's brillant light,
Tiptoe, Tiptoe ever closer.

And

pinecones will pop
as you are danced on tonight,
Glow, Higher, Higher.

mushrooms wetted then
the glow disappears,
And the Pop of the pine
is No More.
    
But

tomorrow the clouds
will open the door and the
Sparkle Will Sparkle Once More.-daw

21 September, 2010

Beach

Cold-
waves of guilt
pushed in, pulled out,
while boots
crunched the soul.

The cold moon's
 light of night
did expose,
what was told
in 
stone.

Crunching stone with boots
thick of leather soul,
fills the sand with
cold.-daw

19 September, 2010

Fleece







photo by daw


Fleece

The sky was half fleeced by clouds today,
The earth was half dead with acorns,
The wind was half shredded by an icy breath,
The fire was half alive with burnt leaves.

The sky, earth, wind, and fire fleeced our lives-
We accepted willingly,
And smiled.-daw

16 September, 2010

Forever Soul

"Flowing waves of color
'round my beating heart,
reaching out -
to you
with

my forever soul." -daw 9/16/2010

written for Becky McCarty's piece

14 September, 2010

The Goose

I watched the single strands of clouds,
mares' tails,
passing high above the towering pine,
Norwegian pine.
I recalled the gaggle of geese plus one
Canada goose
that couldn't quite catch up.
I watched her tread air, reset her compass, and fly
North. 
daw

published in Voices of the Heartland; 2005
re-typed with eco-friendly green hat on:)

Hat Daze: Summer Ends

Hat Daze: Summer Ends

11 September, 2010

Fragments

Silhouetted words,
Syncope in fog lit light.
Fall, unquiet mind.-daw

07 September, 2010

Syncope

Words are revealed in a syncope of fog lit light, as the silhouette puts its fingers extension on the papyrus, stilling an unquiet mind.-daw

Daze

Stillness abound  until deafing  spirits move the sound to write the story.
"Doubles" is:  six plus six is 12, eleven plus eleven is 22, and 10 plus 10 is 20, and so on and so on ..
We can be still with a pond; the algea speaks to us.  Be still with the the lake, its voices are ours .  Stillness can be a cane basket, a window to the world.  Still, look, listen for the story, and hear it with your eyes.




(observed with a blue hat on for it was a "blue" day):) 

04 September, 2010

Summer Ends

Summer Ends

September 3, 2010, 5:57 pm

Sizz...ling, 
my brain walks back through time.
am I there, or
are the arms of the octopus ride still
spinning
me? 

I
place
my hat, to connect the wires;
too dazed to smile,
well-done,
retired. -daw

Movements

So
she began her rocking motion and went into 
around the platter, only to put on a variation when she 
played the bass drum.
The daughter on the mountain top and the
daughter in the valley were both carring a ball to the side.
They push and pull, pulling in the energy while the brothers
were pulling taffy.  They anchor it and twist it into circles 
with their wrists, all in a perpetual motion.  It was as if they 
were working a pulley from a light at the top of the head 
to a light at the temple below.  With three joyous breaths through
the passing clouds of dawn, as they all breath out their six healing sounds
the cosmic consciousness pose was struck.-NAMSTE-daw