Pebble Pond

Foreign Hands, Distant Faces

2009-05-03T23:31:00.001-07:00

White hands from the ground
Singing soft, silent, imperialism
Thrust up by white faces
Buried beneath the earth
With mouths all agape, waiting
For the rain of milk and honey.

White faces with red teeth,
Black eyes and black sweat
Stained sullen by transgressions,
Washed clean by false tears
Shed in theatrical grief.

Highway Willow-Wisp

2009-04-09T13:56:00.000-07:00

Willow-wisp in the sky at night,
Sweet, flickering fire-light.
A pool of orange on sticky black tar
Winking, sighing, sleeping.
Fading to an ember on a rushing brook
of molten metal, roaring in the night
through weary nighttime traveler’s dreams.

Old Word Ice and Fire

2009-03-21T00:37:00.000-07:00

Glide softly on blades
With ice beneath your feet
And soar on wings of fire.
Though neither would be nice
Some say either would suffice,
To sear blood and memory.

Old dreams, memories, whispers…
But today I look a different way
Facing a foreign shore,
One foot already out the door,
My palms, hands, fingers stretch
Driving to a new horizon.

Mirrors, Mirrors

2009-01-27T23:52:00.000-08:00

Steel mirrors strung together
With breadths of razor wire.
Dull light flashing back and forth
Carries whispers from the mire.
Soft songs, old blood dreams
Memories of faith, fear, and fire.
Remembrance unsullied by time
Caught between steel and wire.

The Fingers of Old Men

2009-01-06T15:01:00.000-08:00

Red berries in the white snow,
Pure, pristine, immaculate
Lie along red branches,
Bunched, twisted, and coiled,
Like the gnarled fingers of old men.

Looking Ahead

2008-11-04T23:15:00.000-08:00

Looking, looking, but what for?
A whirlwind of faces,
A whisper of dreams.
Laughter, sound, silence,
Blown my way upon the wind.

Old Engine

2008-09-21T19:39:00.000-07:00

Dies the fire in the night
Banked for another day.
No longer sweet candle light
Flickering to light my way.

This old engine needs a rest
Tired, worn, and well-used.
Free at last, it served its best
Though the work left it ill-used.

Rest to fight another day
Relaxed, restored, renewed.
A candle keeping night away
When ready to be used.

From Winter, Spring

2008-09-02T14:19:00.000-07:00

Let the grass lie fallow
Uncut upon the fields
While wind and winter blow
Cast upon fallow skies.

What yesterdays gone by
Speak yet of days to come,
Sweet, solemn prophesy
Of loss, love, joy, surprise.

So the world cycles
From winter into spring,
Freezing, life recycled
For when warm winds arrive.

From loss comes renewal,
From every death a birth.
Spring’s blush first and final
Though winter stains the skies.

Summer Day

2008-07-26T12:22:00.000-07:00

Walking down the street, the wind blowing in my face,
Blowing like the open door of a blast furnace.
Dry heat, heavy heat, washing over me
As I walk beneath the yellow-white hot sky,
Drying me out until there's nothing left.
Just a rasin in the sun.

Sweat running down through my hair,
Over my face, and arms, and chest like a river.
So cry me a river baby, because I'm hot
and you're hot, and the sun is shining,
and that hot wind just keeps on blowing.
Blowing, blowing to blow you to cinders.

Hot, hot, hot until the day is done.
Dry skies and golden sunsets
Weep fire and blood across the sky,
Leaving us tired, hot and dry,
Looking for sweet, soft, twilight shade.

Raven Rose

2008-04-13T16:17:00.000-07:00

Raven Rose, standing in a field,
a black flower in a white sea
standing apart, a jewel, elegant.
If I could, I would take you with me.

Passing you by you caught my eye,
pausing me on my journey.
Diamonds on black velvet, a calculus of beauty
with sharp thorns and an intelect to match.

But life draws me on and you lie behind,
well rooted in your world, your field.
And so my road sweeps me on my journey,
resltess, as I look to the day when we meet again.

2008-01-19T15:35:00.000-08:00

Ivory arms and ivory skin
wrapped womb-like in auburn hair
lie warm and relaxed.
Gentle snores peep
from beneath the covers
like laughter or bells.

Timely Mirror

2008-01-18T11:44:00.000-08:00

Time is a mirror,
Turn thought-lost into it
And the future stares back.
Storms on the horizon,
And acrid scent of excitement
lingering in the air.
The minds eye, brightly lit
By a candle in the night.
Time worn, tired of passion
Sleepily awakening to truth.
Unsure how time will fare
When turning to a mirror.

2008-01-16T10:48:00.000-08:00

Twelve tones of music
lie idle in my ears,
and sweet dreams
remind me that yesterday
is yet to come.

And drinking up all
of the colors in the sky
makes willow dreams
and yesterdays
come true.

For by and by
as I lie in the
willow world and sleep,
crying the sweet music
of warm dreams,

The gentle scent of wind
dances over me,
whispering of yesterdays
yet to come.

Lamp Lit Branches

2007-12-12T01:51:00.000-08:00

Branches in the lamp light,
a wooden spider-web
with raindrops glistening,
cupping lost lamp light
in the midnight mist

Littany of the premed

2007-12-01T20:07:00.000-08:00

Wearily wandering
morning, noon and night pass
blurring together, unending
enduring, pushing, restless
still working, working.

The path beneath your feet
pulls you forward drawing on
to where earth and heaven meet,
flying forward through the dawn,
ascending day left incomplete.

Life left yet untame
for the day when fate calls.
Hours stored for another time,
life moves on leaving you
still working, working.

Snowy Maple

2007-11-18T21:36:00.000-08:00

Snow white and blood red,
A maple wrapped in a white
curtain. First snow fall.

First Snow

2007-11-16T14:09:00.000-08:00

Tiny white specs
flying through the air.
Snow falling, drifting.
Thousands of angels
hurling themselves to Earth.

2007-11-01T14:32:00.000-07:00

Stones in the moonlight
Glistening wet, we both wait
Sodden with the rain

On the Shores of Dreams

2007-10-31T09:06:00.000-07:00

Between sleep and wakefulness I lie
On the very shores of my dreams
With champagne-kissed sands beneath my feet,
And a fury of clouds in the sky

My world melting, paint running by
Unclear, dissolving, spreading seams
To paint a water-color world where we meet
When between sleep and wakefulness I lie

Autumn Leaves

2007-10-28T23:35:00.000-07:00

No sound more mournful
Than autumn leaves
Rustling over cobble stones
Summer is over and gone
They whisper,
Summer is over and gone

The begining

2007-10-24T22:11:00.000-07:00

This is my quiet place,
my pebble pond,
my quiet thoughts
unquiet for a day.