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InnerSpace Poetry - Desert Poems

"My heart sings
As music rings
And we who listen can
Hear the soundless
Songs between
The songs that
Seem to sing"



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Desert Poems

"HOW DO YOU LEAVE?" "How do I leave these little chipmunks Cute little seed-stuffers eating at dawn Sunflower seeds fattening their little bodies Taking mouthfuls planting them everywhere Sunflowers will sprout in clumps How do I not watch little stripes and fluffy tails Running to and fro, playing, drinking from the pond “First at sunrise” must live close by Under the rocks when someone gets too close Or by the goldfish pond where preen in the sun When they bring their young who will see them tiny and new? Scampering and playing sitting on seed blocks Jumping in tree branches climbing to the top And what about birds eating cracked corn With bunnies beside them and ravens arriving Turtle doves eating then sitting telephone wires Woodpeckers pounding on seed blocks, red heads a bobbing Nuthatches, Coyotes, squirrels, and skunks, they eat too Busy little place this wildlife preserve, a bounty of water and feed Will they now leave as everything changes How will it be when we are gone and everything re-arranges" 3.31.10

"Surrounded by lives Of those before me I Walk sacred mesas Surviving this Desert sand Flakes of obsidian Left long before me Hint of their spaces Hidden in this Desert land Humbled by those Who created before me Pottery pieces are remnant traces Hiding within My hand Sustained by the power Of those here before me Those ancient races Living so briefly within Their bands Greeted by sun That rose before me Shining on their faces Guiding my steps as if they Were planned Winnowed by winds Blowing before me My prints are not places Vats of time are sifting My sand"

"Walking fields of longshadows Flooding this desert land Forests of shrubs and grasses Castinging patterns upon the sand I see the present passing To the darkness from the light Colors graying quickly And fading from my sight I leave the field and find the road On which I came to trod Where pebble shadows cast their patterns On the driven sod Watching darkness shadows dance Upon the limbs of trees Falcon arises shrieks of surprises Weakening my knees Seeing visions in passing of light Dimming and fading fast Who next will watch the darkness come As light goes slipping past"

"Lifetimes In the scope of Days Passing minutes Into hours Hours into days Hazy frequencies Time plays"

"Bright July Midsummer sky Afternoon monsoon Warm frog nights Nothing bites Improvement over June Welcome August moon None too soon Height of summer's bloom Fields of flowers Thundering showers Bluebirds all in tune"

"Red Tail Hawks hover and dive Bluebirds come back home More Pinon Jays than we concieve Hummingbirds have taken leave Long lightshadows Play upon the sand Moonrisings reaching high Sun moving southward in the sky Clouds seem lower and brighter still Captured by color at end of day Faded flowers turned to seeds Snowwinds have scattered weeds Yet in winter The sky is bluer still We praise these glorious sights Long warm days and cool crisp nights"

"Are you going to tell me If I'm early or late Or waiting at the gate Bound in leather Do you pretend it's the weather A lightening or flash Amused by a dash In your mind Do you say it's ok Or just a delay A new game to play Today I'm going crazy With mental disanguish Mindfulls of darkness A taste of black paste In my soul Don't you know The desert is crying Seagulls are flying A turtle hangs dead In the elevator tread As I drink from your cup You empty my vine You replenish not With comfort nor time Leaving me hanging In space to unwind With mouthfuls of sand I thirst and I dine Arriving on time To be late You wait at the gate Saying nothing I hear Only silence and wonder And slow creeping fear Its all I can see Its dark in the well And you took the light To look for flowers at night Its cold and its wet Where you left me behind Thinking of me In some other rhyme Your not upset Unglued at a seam You don't understanding The reality of this dream"

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