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Archive for the ‘Peace’ Category

Osculation

Saturday, October 29th, 2016

Waves draw apart and let open
face emerges from warm water of sleep
to lovely cool softly quenching dark
osculation, then passing through some
swift membrane of consciousness
to early Saturday morning in October
plush novelty and nostalgia
couch throw remembered and tendered
around the shoulders new again

the quiet of shut windows
imparts a crispness to calm thoughts
loud above the muted street noise
the stage sets of the seasons

~ Lady

 

Lady Poem July 28, 2016

Thursday, July 28th, 2016

Moment courts that I be not afraid but
trust the line I walk to time earned in
expanses of allowed whistles to a song
of self esteem, a bounce in my step, fealty
to sights noticed and ambient sounds heard
generous wallet and spontaneous talk
face slack, relaxed without frantic smile
except one come naturally like
sating rain

~ Lady

 

Lady poem 7-17-2016

Sunday, July 17th, 2016

The colophon of a book
of the paradise of my life – would
I let myself enjoy it – includes block print bees,
fruit trees, pineapples, haystacks and
wheat wreathes, mint juleps and distillations
cultural and otherwise, figures in almanacs
rendered into prizes for specimens shown
at a county fair

We could walk into this streaming sunshine logo, me and thee,
holding hands up to the curlicue of a wooden arch drizzled
in vine, ducking under leaf and grapes and other emblems
of harvest and civilization

Or we can walk into someplace wild named only
by calligraphic monks and keepers of words
glossy books of birds come to life

Summer morning before it gets hot
swallows divebombing us in plucky cheer
us alien in overgrown grasses of a nature
preserve, new eyes of animated stick figures
a children’s drawing taped
on my office cabinet

 

6-25-2016 Lady Poem

Saturday, June 25th, 2016

Learning’s germ for fertilizing
eyes and ears, a head a heart, a hand,
a pen’s milt on action’s platform,
and it goes around again

~ Lady

 

Lady Poem 6-21-2016

Tuesday, June 21st, 2016

The drumming of my feet as I run
heats my blood, pumps my oxygen,
syncs my thought, my strategies to live,
so many strategies –

During planned time with the universe on my couch
I recalibrate, I seek to meet the ideals of my ethos
a breeze comes through the window
I taste serenity in my head
I release myself into being held

Here I am this me and we are we
wrapped in thought and sensation

Out there a nebula looks like
the Madonna and Child, a calm commentary
painted in vast matter and light

~ Lady

 

Lady Poem 6-14-2016

Tuesday, June 14th, 2016

Letting go of chattering nattering
ears looking between zen hands

The effulgence of
cool breath like a draught of water
makes one glad to be alive

Preparation’s packthread, sure, like
putting a saddle on my horse
or taking time with my shoelaces
while space reaches into my skin
and I notice the odyssey

~ Lady

 

June 9, 2016 Lady Poem

Thursday, June 9th, 2016

Land of bright trust, of reborn eyes,
of friendship

With a carefree song in my heart
I’m returning to consilient whistling whilst
I pull my needle through the sewn,
the latchhooked veldt, the carded wool
the honed circle, harvesting the crop,
happy to be under the control
of that which I’ve sowed

~ Lady

 

Lady Poem 6/4/2016

Saturday, June 4th, 2016

Tracery

Beyond the failed utopia
the witch of the high wind
lifted up her hem

Loosed genies spilled fractals
sitars traced the cosmic mandala
and adults admitted memories
of dragon realms

Horns sauntered horses
from choruses of island muses
to the polyrhythmic noodles
and multiple loaming shadows
of ethiopian jazz

~ Lady

 

Lady Poem 6/2/2016

Thursday, June 2nd, 2016

Sometimes I would just like a light rusk
dipped into black coffee
to pause and not do anything
not even meditate
in this early morning space
communion with simplicity
sans any ideas about it

~ Lady

 

May 6, 2016 Lady Poem

Friday, May 6th, 2016

Attende Domine

Worms crawl in the ground
all sacred, the ground – and oh why
do I forget to walk on it

Decorative prisms
hang in the window barrier to my
filigree tree with its own ornaments,
wintered sycamore pods

Sparkling wings fling the sky
past its branches

Birdsong garland
cheerful honey to my ears

And the sun put
a rainbow in my husband’s eyes

~ Lady

 

 
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