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Sonoran Stones

In The Wild, Poetry, Small Stones 2 Responses »

Jan 312012

Here they are ~
The last in this round of Small Stones
Daily snippets of observation
Ordinary moments of grace

January 26, 2012

He limped past
through the desert
front right leg stiff, straight
gash, just above shoulder.
A clash with fellow Canis latrans?
Or did human beast intervene?

January 27, 2012

cleaning
prepares the space
for sacrament
for grace

January 28, 2012

University town
The Arts abound
Wildlife surrounds
Tucson

January 29, 2012

Loved since 18
Today
Fifty four
Still incites
This heart to roar
How lucky

January 30,2012

I feel you.
Here. Now.
Even though
Your today began
Eighteen hours ago

January 31, 2012

It’s clear
We’ve met before
As logic
Defies
This connection
Otherwise

Small Stones, Still

Poetry, Small Stones 6 Responses »

Jan 252012

January 17, 2012

six weeks history
no more blood or progeny
beginning? or end?

January 18, 2012

clearance delivered
post weeks of inhibition
free movement beckons

January 19, 2012

delivers daily
vital, trivial, wanted
departs, cloud in wake

January 20, 2012

loving though distant
challenges traditions, roles
builds strengths, foreign, new

January 21, 2012

water, over time
gentle, cool, power sublime
to softly smooth flaws

January 22, 2012

ordinary acts
bedrock, infrastructure, frame
love’s longevity

January 23, 2012

creeping up through soles
winter ices sinews, bones
shoulder turns, rejects

January 24, 2012

boy who’s lived three years
locks in with eyes, limpid, dark
ventana to God

January 25, 2012

hour with mat, OM, breath
balance, resilience, strength
return with passion

His Demise

Poetry 6 Responses »

Jan 102012

Sorrow by Dechobek at deviantART

Her head
bowed
told more than words
could tell.
Her mother’s heart,
dragged down
the road
to hell.
More than once.
In reality
she feels relief.
Thus her shame
holds hands
o’er face of grief.
And she weeps.

*Prompted by Poets United, Midnight Snack

Co-Dependence

Poetry 23 Responses »

Jan 062012

gloss applied over even deep decay
convinces lookers-on that all is well

but not treated and removed,
putrefaction mounts assault

gnawing-gnashing inner structures
down-away.

heart consumed from the core
no support for the sheen

shining gloss slips aside
false-front slides.

Exposing rot, corrosion, deep inside
gloss applied

over rotting deep decay.

Red Blanket

Photos, Poetry 8 Responses »

Jan 042012

Small Stone, January 5, 2012

Pondering the aftermath
Securely
Wrapped in
Familiar blanket, warm and red
The comfy~cozy nature of the thing
Textured, worn and soft
Soothes the soul of apprehension
Balms incision, post release