To A Stony Beach


Glen Arbor Beach

Glen Arbor Beach

Into the quiet calm blue sky

Breeze a whisper tap

to what clings to sand and stone

Clear lake gives licks

to the stony beach in soft repeat

Sun gives all his heat for Spring rising

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There is no hurry in this day

Only the call to ease and breath

In the slow sink of steps along the shore

Eyes called to the stony hope of treasure

And the shimmer lake smells of winter’s retreat

A distant buoy rings it’s caution

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Too far away for the care of this wander

Seeking stony fortune a pirate’s quest

A dazzle of gold, a ring of emerald

A chalice, a charm, a chest of stolen bounty

when now, a stone will do, an empty shell

a bit of washed to smooth wood.

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A wanderer, a pirate, a youth remembered

Into the quiet calm blue sky

With no hurry to the day

Far away from the careless

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WHY? and WHEN


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Why would I read how she poured gas over her child

set her on fire

When I can sink myself in my soft couch and let

the morning sun rise on me.

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Why would I follow the photos of decimated war torn

villages of weeping mothers and children

When I can take my little dog for a walk in my neighborhood

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Why would I tune in to the fearful news of death and

destruction on the TV

When I can write a poem of love.

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Why would I listen to the promises of equality and

fairness by Politician

When I can go out into my community and feed

the hungry.

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Why allow the endless vile cruelty of the very few

consume my attention

When I can choose to live a life of kindness and care.

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Why let impatience rule my moments

When finding patience finds it’s way to resolutions

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Why not look to a sunset, a laughing child,

a happy puppy, the face of a loved one?

Why not hold sacred the wonder of breathing

and the heart beating?

Why not Be the being that makes a difference

in how this day unfolds and the next one after that?

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Why Why Why Be less than, when you have always

been more than you ever dreamed yourself into being.

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When will you tune out the fear?

When will you awaken to the best of you?

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The Hard and EAse of Flow


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Haiku

Flow is not working

Paradox of opposites

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And then some

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There is sense to a flow

that gives to a natural ease

When going with the flow

finds calm in each moment

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Till the application of Hard comes

And what was finding ease

Finds velocity by disruption

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or maybe worse

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Stagnation pools at your feet

wrapped in a morbid stench

of passivity going no-where

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GIVING PAUSE… a pantoum


This pantoum poem is from a prompt from Christine, The Abbess of  www.Abbeyofthearts.com .  The prompt is: A reflective question:  Where do you find space for silence and solitude so that you can listen to whisperings within?

Those of  you that visit my poetry blog have probably noticed I have a ‘thing’ for pantoums.  There is this magic that happens for me when I write them.  I don’t know where each line will pull me in the repeat, and then I get to return to where I started from in the end.  I don’t edit much, if at all.  They are kinda what just happens for me in the journey of them.  Again, that’s how I find some magic and revealing of something a little deeper for myself.

Anyway… I hope you enjoy this one.

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GIVING PAUSE

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Silent whispers pause yearning to be heard

In the Down beat, in the up beat, in the heart beat

Wrapped in quietude there is wait for the soft voice

Settling, slowing, allowing the deep listening

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In the down beat, in the up beat, in the heart beat

That silence  between beat and pause glistens

Settling, slowing, allowing the deep listening

The now in the forever after always waits

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That silence between beat and pause glistens

There is radiance in the soft voice of the heart

The now in the forever after always waits

You continue to be the One Spirit is waiting for

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There is radiance in the soft voice of the heart

A pause for breath’s chance to deepen the attention

You continue to be the One Spirit is waiting for

What better time can there ever be than right now

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A pause for breath’s chance to deepen the attention

Wrapped in quietude there is wait for the soft voice

What better time can there ever be than right now

Silent whispers pause, yearning to be heard

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Yes against all Odds


Heart hand n mouth

A futile No rises to all that is Yes

When the battered down starves

The slow climb back to the good self

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Such thirst for that dried cracked tongue

That has let silence erode life’s sweetness

Drained the landscape of the self, desert dry

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If only the clouds could burst from

Eyes that lost their tears long ago

Despair took all the wet hope of Yes away

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The river is not that far of a crawl

Let that last stir of Yes stand you tall

And run naked from the barren hostile

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Of your doubt and terror that holds you

Hostage, make the relent a heart’s truth

Lay your Yes against fear’s hard No

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Rises to the Yes that has always marked

The Champions highest quest

To the Grail that’s never been

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Further away than right here

Close to the soul’s truth and

The promise of every moment

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Haiku… The Calling… day 7 of NaPoWriMo


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Call came from the sky

Was heard in the everywhere

It filled us up blue

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No clouds anywhere

Blue is a cool smooth talker

One cloud would have helped

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Rain comes tomorrow

Waiting feels like forever

Close eyes keep breathing

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INTO THE WAKE OF DAY… an aubade


The invitation from the www.NaPoWriMo.net , Day 6, site is to write a ‘aubade’.  An aubade poem comes from those flirty French, and  is  a poem written about the break of day when lovers must part.   It has a lament about the parting of the shared night of love, or whatever the share might have been.  Only, that now, as the day rises, it is time to go.

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I am tangled in the sheet of you

Wrapped tight in the weave of night

Ornamented by where your lips

Found my unseen scars

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I handpicked a star to light

The path of how your tongue

Found my moist vulnerability

My land quaked with yours

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An now in the sliver crescent

Of Sun rising a whisper of

Goodbye unravels the braid of us

Curls the edges of departure

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Around our naked night spent

And you take that thin silver

Thread left between us out

The door into the wake of day

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