Tag Archives: Poetry

station of acquaintance

                                       spirits transforming their cloth
                                       yet unable to mask memories
                                       that dwell at the crossroads
                                       of moment—
                                       and sometimes
                                       those of modest dress
                                       be the fondest
                                       with a will for immortality

Encinada

                           Glass Slipper of Bahía de Todos Santos
                           A Smile below Guadalupe grape dancers
                           Innkeeper of commerce and cruise ships
                           Master Chef of fish tacos and enchiladas
                           Night Owl of cervezas and mariachis
                           Enchantress of shop-till-you-drop’ers
                           Cinderella of the Peaceful Sea

Microstrobilus

                                    Ponderosa
                                    stricken by Beauty
                                    to fall into the arms of Earth—
                                    and from thy love
                                    be born the Forest
                                    the world of Us

 

Happy Fathers’ Day!

seasoning

                                                      no fallen angel
                                                      only the next dash of spice
                                                      for my mother’s feet

Happy Mothers Day

She
who bestow’d upon us
more than the gift of Life
but also her kindly Heart—
seeds sprouting
both Love and Nature’s favor

Buaya Darat

                             a thousand millennia
                             have mirror’d my awesome beauty—
                             a flower from Isla Flores—
                             an Ora
                             whose bite be much louder
                             than my bark

Breath Giver

            every eon arous’d I become
            by a stranger’s sensual embrace
            till I cry aloud a joyful cry
            and spew forth my eggs
            of liquid fire and ash
            to mingle with the suitors
            of land and sky and sea
            that my evolving world might endure
            not only to join Time
            but Her for some to really feel

daily bread

mid morn—
kitchen window opens its eyes—
charming our nest into song frenzy—
front door reveals a friend
trying to mimic our chirp—
“Morning, pretty birds!”
our hearts beat past our wings
as wild seed fills our aerial bowl
and garnishes the feet of our tree—
“Enjoy, pretty birds!”
once again so good be life—
‘tis breakfast in Vale of Spring