Tall Grass

I want to write a poem about my life.
To sum it up with words, like love, change...

Courage.
Strength.
Connection.
Wisdom.

I want to tell you all the secrets,
Held in all the private places,
That you all already know.

Of how all the invisibles
Bring us all to the tangible -

The goal.
The point.

I want words to put to every moment I sit inside the place,
Where truth resonates peacefully
Despite the facts.

Where an upright universe is represented
By small failures.

It's a field...
Sleeping bears and grazing elk,
Breathing evergreens with their pet sparrows.
Bumblebees teased by laughing tulips.

And my heart, with all it's cracks,
Lying in the tall grass.

2007-2008 Poetry Blow

All entries below were written in the order posted, beginning the last week of August, 2007.

Lie Awake (Song Lyric)

When the sun goes down I find
Here I lie awake despite
My tired body
Traps the mind inside
Thoughts are calling me away
Stirring feelings
Just want to escape
Sleep it off today

Lie awake
Lie
Lie awake
Lying
You're still asleep

Now I know my vision's blurred
Now I have a reason to turn
Inside
Clarify what's mine
Tending to what needs to grow
Heart has heard the call and I know
I'm fine
One thing at a time.

Fly away
Fly
Fly away
Flying
I'm still.

I Am The Sea

I am the sea inside -
Even when the surface is smooth,
I yield rolling currents beneath.

I am the sea.

Curling waves, are emotion,
Climbing cliffs to lap at your toes.

I will lift you,
gently,
You will hold your breath.
I will carry you,
From the shores of your caution;
Your fear,

To drift on glistening waves,
vying with sunlight, rushing to dance
across your skin.

I will highlight the secret curves,
the imperfect pores -
I will find my way in.

I am the sea.
Longing, for release.
Freedom found in entry to your world.

We could trade tides,
your mind and mine.
I could quench my soul,
With the salt and the sweet.

Love,
We are the sea.

Last Night

She travelled oceans,
Across wind blown deserts,
Waited on shores in storms at high tide.
She dared chance the dark caverns,
Avoiding traps and triggers,
The broken bridges madly spinning in her mind.
We were lost, we two,
Wildly searching for the other,
Turning corners seeking solid ground to find.
At last we met at midnight,
While storm clouds hovered,
And cold rain poured outside.
Morning broke,
Soft light slipping through,
I still felt her hand in mine.

I awoke and pondered this:
Perhaps a dream is only worthy,
When eventually reality aligns.

Pulling Me Under

She's a walking contradiction,
Hands you border puzzle peices with conviction,
And hides the centre in her pocket.

She'll scratch the surface couragously,
Then cower, terrified at what you see,
And rush to cover every other facet.

Finding words she wants to borrow,
Like "faithful, honest, loyal",
But her love points everywhere, at everything.

She'll tell you of secret passages,
Across 4000 miles they bridge
While she turns to look the other way.

She's understanding when she wishes,
But once you learn her different faces,
You'll be alone when her cover's blown.

She'll hold it all together
While she cracks beneath the pressure,
But you'll never see the difference 'til she's gone.



She's calm water over the undertow,
And I'm the one who'll drowned.

Spilling Ink

Poets, lay down your pens.
Put away your wishful words...
Spilled ink on stripped trees,
Too late to land the light that's found me.

Minutes to moments made their way,
Leaning heavily towards turning,
We all turned, 'round and 'round the sun
And now, the ceaseless lamps gently point their faces
Downwards.

The night that led the dew has faded,
Let your pensive thoughts retire -
Your hands take rest from moving 'cross the wanting pages.
The lamps have turned their light to fire.

Your whole heart on paper couldn't find this,
But I will hold this mirror,
Stand beneath it,
Send your ink to Earth and look to me.