Tuesday, August 16, 2011

waking

breaking crisp
reprieve
a surprise
how clean the dawn
how true the air
sudden hint of autumn
silence and then whispers
of the chill ahead
of the earth's slumber soon to be
tinkling raindrops
from dizzying treetops
glinting
dancing
leftover kisses
rainshower's remains
promises to see
her slow quiet nod
trace of sweetest
knowing smile
nature's generous gift
this glorious
unfolding day

Sunday, June 26, 2011

break

tentative light
shines silently
individual rays
pierce the haze
shimmery shadows
dance at the feet
of towering trees
forest hushed
sweetest shade 
life's hue green
most gentle breeze
carries honeysuckle's sweet kiss
scent of childhood 
memories curl around my smile
days before
days ahead
tears well
heart breaks wide
i cannot contain
the pure joy
in my soul
i will
never again shed
tears of sorrow
for what has been
is not what is 
or will be
only peace
only love
forever
more
for love is
our
key

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Ocean's Sand

i am the sand and You the waves.
You surround me
You crash onto me
bringing refreshing
You shape me
As the waves do the coastline
You break off of me that which is unnecessary
You cause my pebbles to become smooth and polished
Beautiful to the eye and hand
You are violent crashing
And sweetest gentle lapping on me
You are turbulent and roiling
Gorgeous raw power
Strength no man can fetter
Might and Force
So much a part of me
You cannot separate the water from the sand
They are one
Sympatico
Exquisite
Your tides of lust rise and fall
You fill my low areas
You recede and allow me to breathe again
Without ever leaving me
You can not have one without the other
The sand and the water kiss
As the dawn kisses day
And dusk the night
There is ever changing, ever forming
Ever something new in the waves and the complexion of the sand
You are endlessly creative
As two waves are never, ever the same
You are the sound and smell of the Ocean in me
The thunder roaring deep and true
The sand is silent but her gorgeous nature is clear
You can put Your toes in her
Heat of the surface gives way to cool refreshing depths
Her nature gives so much
Children building sandcastles and soft place to run
Treasure of shells and seaglass dwell in her
Driftwood and kelp
Adornments beautiful
She stretches out before You
Open
Yours
No one can claim the sand but the Ocean
No one can count her grains
But the Ocean encompasses them all
Your salty depths
my yielding
Art.

the ways i reveal my Love for You are as the grains of sand....
Endless.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

now

whispering current
effervescent
bubbling
stirring
roiling of life
motion a process
propulsion deep
ever-present an emotion
joy's wellspring
peace
without end
eyes clear
lips parted
ready to take in
breath
of fresh air
the new
dawn begins

Monday, December 27, 2010

breathe

breathe in deep
the gathering joy
strife's release
grip of empty deny
gone
life is but so long
and days gather closely
surround
precious
to behold
not in fear
do i hold them
but loosely
gently
in deepest appreciation
and in
hope
that is mine
gratefully mine
ever
more

Sunday, December 12, 2010

wending

dripping dropping
one tear at a time
from sky unfeeling
coursing
endless droplets
as sand
granular
gritty
pitter patter
music of soul
one by one
falling
collision
on my face
in my heart
the beads
stick
join
rivulets
path
bridging separation
water life breath

Thursday, December 9, 2010

pause



outdoors bitterly cold
unforgiving icy gale
no match for blanket down
fire's glow warming skin pale


shorter days, long lingering night
grey skies heavenly cover
eyes meet deepest longing gaze 
yours speak i am beauty in your sight

winter's pall brings reflection deep
time indoors far from the din
quiet rest from day's labour
love's journey heart knitting begins

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

overtaking


torrent spills
darkest blanket above
enveloping skin
misty spray
senses drown
deluge thick fog
encroaching swallowing haze
tumbling sky 
ogre stealthy entreats
stirring swirling lashing
winds pelt barest of skin
warm water sweet source
new life old death contained
exquisite the smell
charged clean lightning air
why is thunder not first
warning fair
of such deadly fire

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

baiser de la mer, douce mère de perle



kiss from the sea
sweet mother of pearl
gives forth richest beauty
in sun's rays 
open 
bare
translucent milk shimmer
glow depth of pure light
oyster's home left behind
pearl mine 
in heart rare 

elle faire croire le petit Trianon



glassy reflection of days ever long 
where kings and queens strolled
haughty haze hidden wrong
untold soulful woes
fairy tale true ribboned lore
glittered past living breathing
 rusty hinge broken door
wonders who has the key
barred eyes stifled air
cracked windows speak into me
of mortals who dared
scape perfect surreal
walking well beaten path
her life stashed away to feel
make-believe her childish laugh
every wish granted before
thought formed in her sweet head
departure swift sudden tore
breath from body
too soon beauty dead




Sunday, November 28, 2010

petiole

First 
days of spring
Buds peek
To melting snows
Warming faces
Alive renewed
All the earth inhales
Welcome rebirth
Reborn
Warmth grows
Bud unfolds
Breezes caress
Encouraging the display
Green unbridled
Unaltered
Bright clean
Expectancy
Unleashed
First  
heat licks at doorsteps
Sunlight gentle
Now quickly burns
Searing
Piercing
Longest day
Met with hottest night
Storms bluster
Strong grasp on branches
Refusal  to be deterred
Verdant darkens rich
Lush velvet turns leathery touch
Toughens as elderly skin
First 
whisper of chill
Icy kisses new and welcome
Yet bittersweet
They know fate calls
Dying day nigh 
warmth cedes slowly
Gracefully fall
Coolish day
Coolish eventide
First 
hint of hues
Altered barest
Ruby mist
A drip a drizzle
Jeweled dots in greenest scape
Arise to school bell’s peal
Sweaters
Hot Cocoa mustache
Sprinkles of children’s laughter
Tradition old
Memories new
First falling
Dangling’s release
Garnet amber
Ochre rain
In sunlight clear
Chimney wafting
First 
remains
Their splendor sweet
Vibrant warmth
To the eye
Fills country mile
Not on skin sultry touch
But on hearts
Leaves last gift
Crunching gems underfoot
Scattering swirling
Piles gather
Fistfuls thrown 
musty smell
Rich soft on the ground
Dust to dust
Molding decay
Bed where
Death begets
life

Saturday, November 27, 2010

held aloft


the air
the sound
of
breathing blowing
churning tumbling
twisting flying
hearts and minds
made 
aware anew 
afresh astir
a story begins
but no one hears
it lives and roams 
but never ends
the motion fluid
rushing flowing
through me 
in me
over me

still

Friday, November 26, 2010

sweet rain falls • 

gently pouring washing cleansing • 

a lone songbird sings • 

voice clear precious unafraid • 

proclaiming pure joy, delight • 

seemingly unaware • 

the others have left • 

winter soon calls



dripping and dropping rain cold slowly falls
she sits at my window
wakes me softly from dream's walls
music dainty and flowing
tinkles down with the rain
mixing and tumbling 
my mind's blurry swill wanes
lone songbird she sings
filling sky 
heaven's halls
heart fills breath new day
alive smiling at slumber's pall


...sun glinting off azure water deep
...a hundred million diamonds
...a hundred million memories to keep...

the days began without a thought
began and were or were always not
to think an end loomed distant yet nigh
the days went on an endless sigh
the sparkles living breathing jewel
an ogre looms in depths seething something cruel
forever never will come to pass
grasping at air looks foolish, crass
awake i stir boldly shake off the dust
gathered around my heart locks in rust
break free the cry echoes far draws near
my feet set forth fast run to tomorrow dear



Monday, November 22, 2010

flood

the opening of
heaviest door
ajar
a crack
the glint of light
pours into darkness
piercing
blinding
aware
concept enveloping
possibility surrounding
creation stirring
welling
moving
this torrent
release
overtakes
rushing
to
taste
the first drop

Saturday, November 20, 2010

emmeline...




uncommon grace
this lone voice speaks
words that desperate
countless others
long to also say
her strength a force
undeniable
not to be underestimated
determination unabashed
unafraid
a mission unrelenting
a beginning
a transformation
shaking complacency
countless oppressors
her violence of tongue
balanced perfectly with
love in her heart
devotion
for those whom she defends
toils
labours
the sea gathers
sheer numbers press
to glimpse
to hear
to touch palpable
the ideal
intensely hungry
for truth
freedom
her voice
rings clear
bold
offensive to the dull
deliverance to the masses
she stands
defiant
beautiful
elegant
a single sweet voice
an earthquake
shaking foundations

contentment

the grass green and damp
she eases back
smooth in motion
contentment as a halo floating
adorning her sun-kissed head
sweet angel of His
her body resting
into the lawn
she seems to melt
into nature's surround
her peace and joy
His delight
she is open to Him
in all ways
all at once
He is over her
takes a moment
to drink her in
to photograph her gaze
with His mind's eye
her tranquility in Him
complete
the Unity so clear
so Sacred the moment He
impales her deeply
in every way
that which is His
her very soul
His precious

Thursday, November 18, 2010

silence a place


in silence
     is where deepest words are spoken

in silence
     is where truest of bonds are forged

in silence
     is where gravity of a lover's gaze revealed

in silence
     is where Your soul speaks of things some would shudder and flee

in silence
     is where i know i am safe

in silence
     Your body, Your strength reside on mine

in silence
     i open to receive all that is You

in silence
     i beg for Your touch

in silence
     i am undone

wait



it is the moment of 
surprise
the second before i gasp
out of shock
the closed eye mid-blink before
sun blinds
the instant before you
jolt awake
in that half-sleep dream 
of falling off the cliff
the opening of mouth 
to form words 
devastating

hanging
suspended

held tenuously

floating
waiting
impending


something
anything

nothing

inhale the fragrance...



a single flower
one delicate bloom
blossom like never beheld
opened anew
wakes to the morning
serene
dew-kissed petals
ablaze in colour
fresh and radiant
abundant in promise
splendour in her tranquility
He senses her scent
the pure tone of her aroma
cuts through the myriad
in the garden
she is all He sees
she is alluring
beauty in depth of fragrance
she opened for Him alone
waited for His gaze
for His tongue
for His hand
waited for His voice
waited for 
the one who deems her worthy
of his devouring
whole

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

gust




wind thrashing trees

tearing at the door

breathing down the chimney


making waters angry

waves spray 

lashing over rocks

constant din of fury

inescapable force

can not sway my heart

serene

blossoms



a single fragrant strand
of sweetest repose
left by his strong hand
her soul only he knows

for this token of love
flower yielded its life
to fly as a dove
in their understanding rife

ours



it is impossible to touch
that which we can not grasp
yet know in our souls
to be true
the breath on glass
colours drenching eyes
whispers on a breeze
it is ours
to take it in while we may
it is as but a baby sighing
in sweetest slumber
content in mother's arms

crimson



one single red blossom
wakes new her dewy face
unaware of her brilliance
unafraid in this place

she turns to the sun
nascent smile for His rays
knows only her life's begun
knows not length of her days

morning's kiss on her ruby blush
her colour bright and sure
others pale in their hues hush
she is singular and pure

her heart full of joy 
unlike some in the soil
there is no hint of being coy
her splendor is not toil

this single scarlet face
fills all with her love
her breath leaves a trace
in every heart as a dove

gift





humbled

to behold
this precious
glowing light
the gift so rare
so costly
cradled in delicate 
grateful hands 
adored in heart
serene
it is hers
to hold 
but only for a time
for
as like her own 
purposeful strong wings
it too simply must 
take flight

Serendipity...


She can be sweet and kind, delivering all manner of delicious, delectable treats...

She can be the answer to a question you hadn't yet formulated but knew in your deepest recesses, a deliverance, a place of refuge from a relentless storm...

She takes your breath away with her stealth and surprise...

She can warm the coldest of heart...

She can take you on journeys of wild fantasy and stark reality all at once...

She is elusive, rare and cannot be captured, tamed...

She is oasis in the arid, barren desert of my temporary lot...

i long for Her return...

touch


where is horizon
place i can not reach
endlessly looming
teasing
taunting
calling to me
beckoning
i stand
small on the sand
feeling the pull of the line
in the distance
the tangible need
force i am helpless
to fight
where my heart screams
to be
all of me burns
across oceans vast
waters hostile
storms unbridled
furies unknown
i go
step off sandy home
unafraid
fly to that Sacred point
where my Soul
touches
Yours

in


this strength
in me
i can not explain
this something i carry
with me everywhere
it is real
as my heartbeat
sure
as my breath
it is on me
closer than skin
it is startling
as first nascent orgasm
breathtakingly sweet and unexpected
frightening in its
depth of gravity
it is quiet
as an infant's sigh
yet consuming to consciousness as
violent oceans
it is peaceful
as flower's pure countenance
it is dark as
blackest midnight
something which compels
this force
within
this force
without
it surrounds
envelops
consumes
with me every moment
that i am aware
reassuring me in sleep
protecting
transforming
enlightening
arousing
understanding

it is You

simpatico


there is knowledge
without education
smelling
without fragrance
seeing
without eyes

You are somehow
in me
through me
Your Presence a blanket
of comfort
A shield
of Protection

You are always with me
when i wake
when i sleep
when i smile
when i weep

There is no limit
to Your touch
in my life
in my soul
in my body
in my mind

You are Powerful
and gentle
Loud as thunder
quiet as the blink of an eye

there is no end
to my heart's cry
for You
it screams
in my silence

lion's gift




aloft
the bare hint of wind
a tornado

of breath
silence 
in freedom's
kiss

the canvas





at some point every artist knows well the moment.  that point in time when a piece has reached a point of no return.  that split second of realization.   when the canvas is spent.  the clay dry and unyielding.  the watercolour paper melted, the knitting in tight tangled knots.  the art is overworked.  overwhelmed.  too many layers of thick paint.  too many mistakes.  the canvas can only accept but so much new paint.  at some certain time and place it can not contain anything else new.  the canvas becomes heavy.  tired.  spent.  unusable.

so then the decision.  much has been invested in this work.  there is a twining of the artist and the canvas that is real.  palpable.  there has been much time, cost, energy, emotion sown into this canvas.  but that time is over.

it is not a rejection of the canvas, though the canvas never, ever understands.  it is not a rejection by the artist, but rather, it is an understanding of the canvas.  a realization of the qualities of the canvas.  that the canvas does indeed have limitations.  that there is only so much change a canvas can tolerate.  it is but cloth.

so the artist must determine a course of action.  in order to go forward and be free to create that which is in Him, there must be a choice.  to move forward is liberty.  to remain chained to an old exhausted canvas death.  there are but these two options, life or death.  there is no unhappy medium, no earthly limbo of nothingness in which to dwell.  the wise artist knows well to leave that which can no longer bring joy.  the joy is in the creating, not in the complacent acceptance of the inability to create.

so the old is put away.  a new canvas is purchased.  this is also costly.  a first, cutting investment.  a conscious decision.  but everything has its price.  everything must or there is no appreciation.  no value.  no love.  no lust.  no opening of oneself to new journeys of ecstasy, pleasure, pain and discovery.


i get in the car and drive
stop the vehicle at the first art supply store
i hesitate a moment
then with all i am
run for the door
money in hand
to choose my canvas
giddy in the freedom
of the art
within me