Tag Archives: Poetry

Spirit Visitation: Past with Present

our temple
now with gray hair
but still a berth of reverence

her world
even grayer
a cloak of more formal attire
but for hand-me-downs
in yens for power and blood

will another millennium
amend this bearing
or this conversation stay?

until then…

Speaks The Tree

once again
my thoughts traipse through my 6B quill
about time
about life
about the door exiting the future
about anything

then my eyes
feel the sleeping timber
imagine the hues captur’d in the grey
until I contrive purpose

and now hearing the silvery migration
I am gratify’d

A Word from Mother

some nights
I speak in the tongues
of thunder
of lightning
of boiling rock
and lash fear
into the beholders

but in th’ end
the rest
who live upon Me
Me—their hallow’d Earth
will be overjoy’d

for I am still
Alive