Monday, August 29, 2011

Young believers passing by--

young believers passing by
the bloody emblem of our foes
strongly we led
bravely we die
the anxious dead
will not deny
us
they; the cause
they come behind
a silent mist of voices
the bodies lie where they are found
their spirits rise above the ground
to whisper forth: our liberty!
is worth all deaths and tears
is worth the ash-scarred sky
beyond the blackened trees

(I believe this is the result of reading John McCrae's poetry, a variety of nonfiction about world war II, and a bunch of dystopian science fiction concurrently. I don't recommend the mixture)

Monday, August 22, 2011

Isolation

raindrops click
from trees
onto the sodden ground
meowing quietly
a grey kitten passes
misty grey
rain-sky grey
upon the blueless lake
shimmers
the rain suddenly rushes
then returns
to its
dripping
refrain

9/12/98

Monday, August 15, 2011

Rustling--

Rustling
like rain on grass
the cottonwood dances
bows
in the wind.
laughing with the stormy sky
the horizon
darkening
softening
the whisper
of wind on the leaves remains.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Two Birds

Two birds
black shadows in the evening
swoop across the golden sky.
They alight on the telephone wires
and lightly touch
wings
beaks
bodies
then swirl away into the blazing sun.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Darker than dark--

Darker than dark
the incandescent rays lie humped and cold.
I crush them with my feet
and they pour out
                             (freely, unasked)
sticky globules of shining light.

2-18-2000

(no, I didn't write this after I stepped on a slug barefoot. Which, by the way, is an experience never to be forgotten)