Poetry

imagine me

        a stranger


I consider myself to be a stranger everywhere.

                                                  – Albert Einstein –


imagine the wave


center it

           in a spherical lake


standing

           in free space


waves of electrons

           collide


           with paper swans


ripple

           to the outer edge

                      of time


how could I ever tell you


I want to be a woman


I want

           to be a swan


rose print paper

petals scattered


some

           on fire


I want to fold myself


                      into myself



Published in the delinquent, issue 13 (www.thedelinquent.co.uk) and in The Far Field (http://kathleenflenniken.com/blog/)



Voyager


long after

our wars

and our pollutions

fail to kill us


humans

and the Earth we cling to


will return

to the dust

stars are made of


no whispers

no bangs

just cold heat

from a dying sun

a final embrace

of light


the small hopes

we have

scattered

into endless oceans

of time


nothing more

than graffiti

on the universe

saying only

we were here

we existed


even these

will be lost

among gathered dust

and debris


until they burn away

streaking

across the sky

of some distant planet

born eons after

Earth’s demise


a creature there

may find

an odd relic

and say to it’s fellows

these metals

these etchings

cannot be made

in nature


amid phosphorescent

flickers of dissent


this creature


will be laughed out of the room

into cool night air

where it will tilt

it’s sensory protuberance up

to better hear

the stars

sing


and think

maybe

just maybe

we are not

           alone



Published in Farther Stars than These (www.fartherstars.com) archived 7/7/16



Sasquatch


are you

what we would have been


before

the Annunaki


changed us

made us more like them


Bigfoot

North American


great ape

our cousin lemur


are you

our past haunting us


our lost

potential made flesh


made fur

leaving loping tracks


across

our most secret dreams



Published in Aphelion (http://www.aphelion-webzine.com/sections/poetry.html) Issue 207, Volume 20 June 2016



wishing on a black hole


before the ender of time


finds us


wishing

           we had more


before all dust


is returned


to its singular source


let us add


a few splashes

           of color


to the unfinishable canvas


of understanding



Published in Bear Creek Haiku (www.bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com) August 2015



house demolished

years ago

nobody told

           the tulips



Published in Crab Creek Review (www.crabcreekreview.org) 2007



Cento 1


It’s the dream we carry

From the Northern lakes with the reeds and rushes,

for the thoughts we share

not ready to give it over

to the eternal surf, to Time!

Swallow this, it will make you well.

Come stand with me, look forward, not back,

For this is love and nothing else is love,



           A Cento is a form where each line is taken from another poem.


           Olav H. Hauge, Borealis, translated by Robert Hedin

           Andrew Barton Paterson, The Black Swans

           Nikki Giovanni, A Poem of Friendship

           Naomi Shihab Nye, Boy and Egg

           Pablo Neruda, Always, translated by Brian Cole

           Ogden Nash, Adventures Of Isabel

           Oodgeroo Noonuccal, Let us not be bitter

           Robert Frost, A Prayer in Spring



Published in Five Willows Poetry (www.fivewillowspoetry.blogspot.com) January 2016



                B-symmetry

if it ain’t broke
        spread the juicy mantra of sprawl

blue heron takes flight
        disappears
        behind slaughter     shrubbery

fire dire wire     clever moon

        Terra Luna
                on fire
        ablaze     watching

mulch of willow
blue dragonflies
        butterflies
                a smog
        of beady houseflies

the old ones spoke of this
                they said

                        run



This is the poem which Terra Luna was named for.



something

in the shape of a bird


it sings

        sky
rearranges itself

beneath trees
light
and shadow
are fluid

the song
is gone

yet

        lingers



Published by: Kind of a Hurricane Press, Tranquility issue



when gravity fails

Spotsy
my grandmother’s cat

adopted me

Tiger
from her latest litter
was my best friend

we chased each other
all around our back yard world

he hid in the wood pile
liked the smell

I’d reach in
he’d bat my hand
as I tried to pull away
he’d nudge out
I’d bat at his paws

then he was gone

my dad said
he asked my brother
to drive him to the country

and leave him there

he found his way back
with a broken hip

they took him somewhere again

he didn’t come back



Hierophant

words
make themselves

known

to wings

to wind

now

there are only letters

now

incoherent marks

soon

they fade

all that’s left

the listening



The Wolf

Passion
the wolf
thin and sly
you howl
twinkle in your eye
at the moon
in the midnight sky

Freedom
the night
is your own
forest
yours and yours alone
quick you run
through the wood of home

Shadow
chill mist
hear your tune
you hunt
ghosts through the damp gloom
howls once more
at the pale full moon



This is one of the first poems I ever wrote.



naked we run

across the sky
gold and silver fishes
holding our breath