Day 7: Shadorma – Bestiary Shadows

oh for gods’ sake, unicorns hog all the light mystical animals get cast their way. it’s the horn, of course. as for strays consider ferrets goats, stoats, owls cows, rhinos any of these might with ease slip away, astray. but it’s cats that fill in the blank after stray. it’s the way they lick themselves,…

Day 6: Lungs

What do we really know? Rainforest lungs of the planet, and we northerners enjoined to rail against Brazilian excess here, in the temples of Canfor, Weyerhauser and further west, Macmillan Bloedel with their measuring eyes. My grandfather, too knew how to estimate, from the ground both the height of a tree and its likely board-feet;…

Day 5: waiting

in the trees, hung from a pine the rope and plank, above the root you kick to push, this same one causes you to tuck your feet up, if you’ve got someone behind you. the wheel rolls back here until time grants traction speak enough of you, no more push against the root, and lift….

Day 4: Random Triangle, Liminal Tingle

how do they decide? trees a limb skyward just so, dance geometry of balance with limbs underground we are all of different kinds, greater and lesser, canopy and understory riverine, mountain-calming, back alley priests of the enduring divine, limbs in a tangle, a liminal tingle, their random triangle resonating their lives their own the voice…

Day Three: Personal Universe Deck

Hey God! This is my personal universe? but the greatest stillness cannot be taught, and stars align as if dealt from the bottom of the deck three of spades, their names known to those who loved them who cried over their wavering sin queen of clubs, bright as a diamond onstage, singing scarlet gown ablaze…

Day 2: not taken

speak to me in must of grain-bins that willow hand left trailing, strums the fence. i never thought you’d go. same old well-trodden heartlines i chased you down a dusty driveway to tell you goodbye. you stood blinking hands full of watercans. i was leaving for the world, and you just trod on homeward. is…

Day 1: Before and After

30/30 is Back! This year, once again, the Stroll of Poets are one of a growing number of groups celebrating Poetry Month by playing 30/30 – the Challenge: write a poem a day for 30 days. DO try this at home! Here’s my first. if it is woven of anything this world is not stardust…

Day 30: blue toothed

night replies, she’s examining oceans, their toothéd blue hunger for land come plamu’g come sea wolf come pu’tupaq come gulls ask the ocean where to find her, ocean answers, trace the river come chejauk come heron come amisk come ti’amug in lace of willows at river’s wrist she twists the strands was, is, will be…

Day 29: silence of violins

violins poised for the lift conductor’s baton there are birds in trees, and seas full of fish obedient night sings cellos tympanic moon on high this moment wakeful pray your small verse then listen for the One.   Today’s image courtesy of ADD on pixabay.com

Day 28: Could Have Been

once tropical this northern city once underwater this broad prairie once seasonal this could have been the way of it still we do not know all the words to this song. Edmonton’s Geological History  Today’s image from Norman Bosworth on pixabay.com

Day 27: altered state

presuppose steady state add sparrowsong, wild gold shaking the tree steady ocean must be stirred, add moon and to dark winter a slice of lemon easterly pull the sun north over the river steady breathing add whistling cranes their victory song calligraphed from one end of vision to the other space hearts such that light…

Day 26: Back Space

rock and roll rides the back beat heavy two and four move it to the three, bring sun and southern oceans move it to the one, stop time, for the space it takes to lift your heart with eagles glide silk currents over continental song lines remember blue, as above where air becomes between, so…