Creative Work

Here are a few poems that have come up over the years. I haven't tended to think much about them- they sort of wrote themselves. They feel like little offerings that have often arisen to clear up some issue/ theme or feeling I may be working through, leaving me with greater clarity and integration afterwards. I do not seem able to name them or punctuate them.

1.

In the Woodlands

I disappear

Walking legs and eyes

Melting head and heart

Home

Textured squawks

And silent land

There was never a dispute about your differences

And though the acorns drop

And brambles cling

Not a word did you speak

You just stayed exactly where you were

You continued to grow

Through it all

Your bark fell

Leaves too

Leaving their taste and fragrances

To the earth

To join the great offering

2.

Oozing pure delight

And gentleness

Tiny, delicate like a bird

Perching on a slender branch

In perfect balance

Humming sweetness

Pouring light

What a scene

Strong though

She knows

She holds

She's seen

Her textures enter me

Moving things inside me

And as If by magic

Squeezing to the surface

Those remaining parts of me

Yet to receive the great embrace

3.

Crumbling castles And stick house concepts No longer support the weight of ideas Grasping fingers Trembling body A dying breath Of Invisible promises Once made Only to serve as lines to the boxes In which homes were made Neat lines and rulered corners Timely smiles Predictable moves What now? How wind owns this land Without borders Curving and crafting as pleases Delighting in misshapen gestures Stirring stagnation Squeezing life from its tube Stop That’s all Loosened and parting fingers

Relaxed body cage

Body breathing space

Mind breathing silence

Silence- my home