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Tag: poetry

  • A life declared

    Fall, Petaluma

    An ongoing life declared
    Blessings upon blessings
    goodness upon goodness
    light upon day
    time upon being
    present upon present
    revelation upon movement
    then upon now
    now upon the future
    future life declared

  • Fingertip counting

    Fingertip counting
    Syllables shaping poem
    Got to write it down
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 11/24/15

  • Blessings are not deserved

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    Blessings are not deserved
    Blessings are bestowed
    Upon those who wait
    Expectantly breathing
    Recognizing the power
    Which flows in each of us.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/11/15

    Being alone together
    Gives time to tie the heart strings.
    Together we are not alone.
    The time frame of hearts intertwines through.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/27/15
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  • Just a thought

    080115 Calvary Cemetery Bodega-47
    I am pretty certain that I underestimated you.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/20/15
    080115 Calvary Cemetery Bodega-49

  • The sunlight belongs to all

    Humboldt Redwoods, Founders Grove in smoky light
    Redwood trees of the California Coast have stood strong for hundreds and thousands of years.
    When someone visits these incredibly large trees along the “Avenue of the Giants” the lessons to be learned might have something to tell about the local culture and hierarchy.

    The redwood groves have layers of climate and environment; micro climates are distinct.
    At the base the roots reach out among the trees. And as the roots grow intertwined the trees help hold each other up by their linkage.
    The forest floor amongst the redwoods is rich and moist and a place of peace. Respect for age and size and interdependence of each tree on the other trees is experienced here.
    In the middle range of the trees there is life among the branches. Birds and mice and flying squirrels move about, living a life in the middle.
    In the top reaches of the tree, up among the rich sunlight, the newest growth reaches up. The moisture of the fog as pulled in to refresh the sun drenched branches

    The people who are among the top branches of the Redwood Empire may see themselves as the ones entitled to the sunlight, they may feel the fog belongs to them. To be accurate though, the fog reaches the entire tree and nurtures the entire forest. The sunlight belongs to all.

    The people at the base of our society are the ones to hold up the tree. The forests is made up of intertwined relationships which form all cohesiveness and collaboration.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/30/15
    071115 Miranda trip (125)

  • Love is in the air

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    Love is in the air
    Hummingbirds come together by the redwood trees
    Beak to beak flying
    Spinning in a synchronized pattern
    Spinning like a corkscrew into the air
    Cascading suddenly down and away
    Flying off to wispy clouds
    Beyond the stand of trees
    Lovers laugh to see the sight
    Of nature all around
    While hearts entwine our feelings find
    Our hearts back here on the ground
    Joyous visage looking up
    The lives in truth emerging
    As beauty was
    Still beauty is
    In our joining we have found
    The parts of us worth saving
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/18/15
    Bird bath Fall color
    The Sun whirrs
    my loved one stirs
    my heart improves
    on a sunny Sunday afternoon
    sunshine on the curtain falls
    like a poem falling off the bed

    hearts delight in the afternoon bright
    as lazy is what lazy does
    on a day like no other
    balmy breezes and the Redwood trees
    river noises expanding none the less

    the mating Hawks above us
    calling out their names
    omen of magnificent becoming
    on this glorious day
    I have learned to live each moment
    and this indeed is a very fine moment
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/16/15

    Hummingbird at Bantam
    On the patio watering plants in the Sun
    a hummingbird brushed her shoulder
    and gazed briefly into her eyes

    the river of life and wind of God touched by a hummingbird

    a river of humanity flows on a road
    like water over rapids
    sunshine or clouds do not slow down
    the flow the river passes

    and wind of God touched by a hummingbird

    loving beauty and cherishing time
    to make a space to reflect
    surrounded by color and wisps above
    finding each moments best aspect

    the river of life and wind of the creator
    touched by the brush of hummingbird wings

    gazing on this sunny afternoon
    at the beauty of her smile
    and the gift of her time
    days and nights shared
    with wings of a hummingbird

    the river of life
    and the breath of God
    across the earth arriving
    at the place, this space,
    in the form of a hummingbird
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/06/15
    Hummingbird at Bantam
    A cocoon by a river
    Hanging in the air
    Above the trees
    Not in the trees
    Above the world
    Not in the world
    Tender warmth
    Enshrouded in thread
    Growing new wings
    And colors which emerge

    Awakening in a cocoon
    Branches shadows colors
    Light of day or night
    Sometime difference merges
    In vivid space to grow
    Where life and love are melded
    In a protected place
    Breathe and pulse enshrouded
    Growing all life’s grace
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/24/15
    Sunflowers & wine

  • To Laurel and Amy

    Petaluma Sky
    Peace be with you in how you honor them.
    All the gods and the goddesses were never so blessed as you.
    Life’s currents running
    Down the passage of time

    Riversides of the streams we flow in
    Collect the detritus of our lives
    But the times we anchored there
    In times like these we have no care

    Another once might linger there
    Ocean breezes push sails; pulling these ones
    These humans living a day of their life
    Holding their good as well as their strife.

    Back to the waves and the ocean blue
    Far and near they change in hue
    Blessed horizons blend with sky
    As the lives and waves slip by

    Honor these the lustrous ones
    Brothers sisters all the one
    In times when live’s best deeds were done

    Hearts in time will find their place
    In a precious garden or a smiling face
    Dreams do come true.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 09/04/15

  • Class of 1975 – Bishop Amat High School 40th Reunion

    Your laughter was delightful
    that is what brought me in
    to talk about finding strength
    and building a fine life again

    looking at the vistas on the bay
    and mountains we have seen
    the past still explains something
    about how you are today

    memory is fiction highly susceptible to distortion
    memory is rewriting of thoughts
    memory of decades gone
    youth and visions dancing on

    holding to each other
    as we are moving on
    dreams of life ahead
    youthful wishes wonder
    where we’ll go
    and who we’ll be
    time will tell us all we know
    so get ready set and go

    now the years have passed along
    wives and husbands
    daughters sons
    have writ their song upon us

    looking back to share the past
    we come together now
    to glimpse the fate of these old friends
    our memories hold fast

    events, experiences in life, have moved us on through time
    we made our way
    we had our say
    we lived our values daily

    now back together in this place
    we celebrate
    we made it
    we honor our knowledge
    and time went by
    then brought us all together
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 09/17/15

  • Loneliness

    An old companion
    Never really a friend
    Comes to mind now and then
    In some days gone by
    It was an ever present reminder
    Of isolation and uncertainty
    For hours on end
    Thoughts would bend
    To fill the current void
    Nowhere for heartache to send
    The longing for someone missing
    The ache of being alone
    The love to give
    That had nowhere to go
    Hours gone by
    With only a sigh
    And a longing to hold something true
    Down through the days
    The lonely one prays
    For a blessing of someone
    To become a wonderful known one
    Months, maybe years,
    With no place to put tears
    No balance for fears
    And hope a misty reminder
    The mind reaches out
    But with no one about
    To have and to hold
    Can be found here
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/13/15

  • Yesterday Ginger died

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    Yesterday Ginger died
    The circumstances were of her own making
    As befits a cat who arrived on her terms
    Truth be told, I don’t know what the terms were.
    I wasn’t there.
    Ginger and Nora worked that out on Vincentia.
    A cat of one person for many years.
    Then melded into a broader household
    A dog named Tess was there for awhile
    And they traveled north together too.
    Tess similarly gone as yesterday
    From Monterrey came Aloise, wishes
    And Chris just couldn’t get a year older without Katie
    Katie still herself, eluding interacting until only on her terms
    Like Ginger
    Wishes comes and goes, and sometimes arrives upon a lap
    Holly, ever two years old, was the only one to sniff a real goodbye
    Then
    Pieces of love, two
    For two who loved Ginger so, Nora and Anne
    One piece lies with Ginger
    One piece lies with Patrick
    Symbols of some thing more
    Honoring lives shared
    With a cat.
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