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Sunday, December 20, 2015

I want to live barefoot

I want to live barefoot.

I don’t want to bother with
shoes and socks
or woolly hats that
tickle and flatten my hair.

No more heavy parkas and
leg warmers,
or gloves that make it
impossible
to handle a camera.

I am sick of heavy grey skies
that leak constantly,
and barely 6 hours of daylight.

That hot water bottle
that keeps me warm at night,
- it has to go!

I want to sleep under a canopy
of palm leaves
and walk barefoot on a
secluded beach
wearing only a sarong.
I want my body to be
kissed by the sun
while I sip Piña Coladas
and wade through turquoise water.

(The poem that became a verbal vision board)



Thursday, December 17, 2015

Sometimes I see you

Sometimes I see you flying over me
on naked wings,
your elegant neck
gently bowed towards me,
beconing.

A new flame of clarity
reveals your message
as I look inside 
and see my own wings

You blow away the world.

I follow you over the plains to the river,
and in the red light of the first dawn
all we ever wanted comes true.



Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Weeping willows


Weeping willows 
shelter a pierced soul
while crusty earth soaks up feverish tears.

A brittle soul on the mend
still wears the unbearable loss
like a constraining sheath.

Every day gentle breezes 
charm up memories
that in turn explode,
rustling the sheath 
tearing up old wounds.

* * * * *


With Giddy Clarity




With giddy clarity I listen to my own breath
as I venture out into a bitter, tumultuous world.
Step by step I practice my breathing,
and within me a fire awakens.