These are poems that aim at reflecting something uniquely American in experience. Be it a place. Or a person or an experience. It had to happen somewhere to become something.
Warm healing waters
…………Reeds and Grasses
Mountain crevices, white caps of white rock
My Love, Lovely
………..Lady, Blue Eyes
Aquamarine pools
Thatched roof
Smooth calcified
surfaces
The light smell of sulfur
Curved pools
soft……sharp Mountains
………………..Rising
Penetrating…Falling
……………..In Love
River’s Center
……Cool breeze
My Lady
…..and me….Lost
In the Longest
………..moment…
I wish that I
………………could find something to say…
A clever story to ease the pain.
……A silly meme
………………to change your mood…
Ah, alas, what to do?
……When we’ve lost another friend!
A legend, a titan, a Gentleman.
What is one to do but
……………….to sit in silence.
Await the guns to fire!
And the trumpets to
……Call the triumph
Of the Heavenly Father
Who welcomes him
………….Home!
And, remember the place
……..In our hearts
……Where his light
……..Has shone!
…
This is my land
………….I am made up of her soils
…I am filled with her waters
………………I bleed
………….And make clay
………………With Fire
………………..A Vessel
…..To fill again this body
…………….with the soil
……………..And the water
……………………of this
…………………………My Land
Little tiny
….Tit Mouse
Standing in the Cedar Tree
Has ceased his sweet little whistle
And is keeping an eye on me.
Here is a whole family
Singing Sweetly…
Looking for a morning meal
And a little bit of company.
–Chama, NM
Can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me sing?
Could you, would you, love me?
Care for our offspring?
If you would only have me
I could be complete!
So, this song I sing
Incessantly
For you to find
Me sweet!
This condition
…………Humanly
All my skin falling off of me
All my hair sticking out in
Odd places
Or Not growing at all
As if it Gave Up
on its status (gave into stasis)
My deeply vetted grooves
around eyes and mouth
That have dug in so deep
as I have worried and frowned!
Or that gray hair growing out of
My Third Eye
As if reaching to heaven
to absorb the light.
We call it a pixel
on the top of my head.
I am all too quite sure
that it comes from my dread.
But it’s OK, cause even though
I’m getting older and it’s starting to show
–We regenerate every 8 years or so…
I’ve entered my last 3 cycles
Where it all starts to go
(To Hell…)
So much work to write music
So much muscle memory
to chisel into stone
until you can play without looking
so that you, yourself, become
One with your instrument,
your words, your songs
and you don’t care if
anyone comes along for the ride
(singing along)
…..For you
……….are no
………….longer here!
You have tapped into the
……….Universal
………….The Harmony
……………The Frequency
……………..The Rhythm
The Resonance of Spirituality
……….and for one
………….small moment
…..The Song
……..Makes you
…..Immortal
On this Earth Day 23
It’s a beautiful Day to Be
Out in the sun even as the wind carries
A warm spring day to make us cheery!
As we clear away clutter
That’s made such a mess,
Like a shed full of old camping gear
And a garage full of Christmas.
We think of how lucky to live on the earth
Sunny sun, diggy dirt, wet water, seedy birth
It all starts today and there’s so much to do
Bursts of growth, reaching out to see you
The Gardener who patiently watches time fly by
As everything at once blooms with life
And welcomes the death with all its fertility
As it brings forth new life and new creativity.
I was so excited
……for the new notes
Wanted to hear them
……in the digital soak
Strapped button gave way…
My little girl fell flat on her face!
Broke her neck and
Stole her song.
Made me cry all night long.
No more wah wah
No more crunch
Until the epoxy
Restores her trunk
Stronger than her original form
where she needs to be strung
where she must strike a chord
We hope and pray for her speedy recovery.
May the Gods of Metal answer her
Urgent inquiry!