WALKING ON THIN ICE

Lady Poem January 31, 2015

 

We’re not wasted
Stars bake their elements
Oysters lick their pearls

~ Lady

 
Here’s the whole series for the month:

1

Oyster’s silky mouth
Continuous season flows
Opening curtains sate the tongue

2

We beings endure
We build self of shell
With sturdy annual pace

Mountains whet water’s lap
In the depositing of seasons

3

Mountain:
Tectonic kiss
Splits its lip, hatching sky
Gives birth to posture, softens
O’er time.

4

Mountains aren’t common to my experience
They’re mostly wispy ranges in picture frames
I have an inkling, but should I see more,
what I find?

I’ve been to a green one, Coffee Mountain
In Oaxaca when we picked the harvest
Our road tunneled trees like quantum foam
No sign of gross object of which we’re part

What I have from it is photos like flowers
Collected from our path, the pineapple growing
Boinging out the ground, our hour’s hike down
to work Coffee Mountain

Reading is good crutch for real and seeing’s
An abundance of good wealth and luck

5

Inkling,
Like photos through
A pinhole, an eye through glass,
Darkly, and seeing what
Resolves

6

Seagulls bob on waves
Tight wet bodies heft on through
Empirically hewn

Idea rides nature’s means
Nature has primacy with pearl

7

I conjure calmness
Birds quietly light on boughs
Path beckons passage

8

The woods’ anonymous branches
Are retinas spread eagle
Grasping air asking
Who’s there

9

A rose hovers weightless
Some magician pulled his sleeve
Peplums of silk bloom

Thorned fingers knit
The sources of fantastic

10

Like the fairy tales I packed cheese, bread, drink
And jam, buttoned my locally-made shirt and
Knew the source of everything I carried,
A proud container of a universe

I locked the door with my fresh washed face,
Walked down the street where I’d deigned to meet
Every neighbor, pleased with my strong legs
And the proficiency of my backpack

In the woods my mind was resonant with
Candled halos of learning I’d nurtured
Like first spring food for bees is maple
And the nesting habits of the eagle

More than trickles always there to sate
A pleasant burn, the upkeep of good cheer

11

Maybe
Lotus found mind,
Object which contemplates
And maybe bone found lips to fill
A flute

12

Inland girl explores shore
Wild in her cowrie necklace and
Salty sun-boiled skin

13

Little girls in spring
Making plans for the universe
Bright as onion grass
Fat fingers proffer bouquets
Softness caps the season

14

My hand in yours
Whatever’s in me secured
Knowing you tangible

Gyrus-like fingers express
The will of our hearts’ fists

15

Body
Rising from bed
Guided by vagaries Of grace–
Inside, a filament, a
Witness

16

Like a watchmaker tonged and monocled
Wracked and bothered with goals, even fun
I make the clock, my mind’s on clock, I
Screw my face like for a long-distance run

When by grace I’ve got some slack
a sigh untightens something blooming,
pleasant crack aligned for stretch, a retort
to the whip of my constriction

Calculation’s tight cotton needs humus
for its spring, purposed when bearing
accomplished on release

Let my eyes be eyes and let my ears hear
My instruments sharpen, refine and endure
I feast on the din and I compost the blur

17

Chests fluffed,
Tight rhythms grip
For comradery and warmth,
Raw cawed tremulous consensus
To flock

18

Two nests in the tree–
Keen tweezered beaks make a
Statement of friendship,
Placement a consensus,
My circle next to yours

19

Juggling act with
idea I want to remember,
task at hand and time

20

Graceful willows
Buoyant heads bow down to ground
Gentle swish of fingers
Beauty below, above and all around
The hands of red winged blackbirds

21

Eye glints,
Claw thinks under wing
Patchwork land rivered in silver
Threads and scraps he brings
To nest

22

Jeremiah 17:8
“They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”

A bird’s deliberate nest
held in pearled knots of leaf,
cloth budges with calico shrubs
and shapes, packing the tapestry full
with hearty aggregations

Sudden surprise having heaved
a gasp, cloud floats the aftermath,
spilling story through the land,
wetting wefts of water lapping
rooted Jeremiah trees

Hale honey legged bees trickle filling
recesses of density, being buzzing over itself
like Escher rabbits leaping
dazzled doves

23

Flannel
Static cotton balm
Blooded blanketed calm
The innocence of clay
Asleep

24

Beehive in winter
Mule of a building taking
Weather’s moodiness
Cupboards full of honey
Nurses feed the sleeping brood

25

Time to get you up
I wrap into your smooth, warm skin
Daily dose of peace

26

Some constant tends
night’s dark wool into this
rusted morning

Coffee’s well spins the worsted
from sacred space to sacred space

27

Passerine
casually battened
in the filigree sees me sober
in a lee, wind blowing missives
round its reach

28

We’re wife and husband like warm pillows,
or a crocheted blanket around my shoulders
soft enclosures making love and peace
in the ladles of a womb

Our circumstanced duality a conversation,
like hands on either side of the examined

In a close gestalt I am alone, unceilinged
on my constitutional save for animals,
Spirit and Mother Earth

Umbilical cord unafraid knowing
you’re back home in your chair

29

Planet
water, cloud, land & snow
star reaches into its shadow
rolling asleep, rolling awake
day night day night
long

30

In the story in the sky
Nebula reaches for God or Baby
Dressed in web of starshine

Sparkly contemplation fits
Many vantages of worship

31

We’re not wasted
Stars bake their elements
Oysters lick their pearls