Category: poems

  • Manifesting vision

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    About a month ago, while spending time with a friend, doing what I do instinctively–offering plant medicine when I feel called to share it–a realization (an affirmation, really) came into my mind.  “You are here to help heal people’s hearts.”         –What? Me? Casually stated, this certainly could be construed as an overactive ego–who are you to heal people’s hearts?–but when the words entered my spirit, there was no question that it was my calling that I was finally hearing named.  The medicine I make is full of roses and hawthorn, deep love and wishes for healing, whether it be flower…

  • Water Dragon

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    1.23.12 Your water dragon .           has delivered   its liquid haul,     fluid and warm against a stark white set– the dusky cemetery .                  a perfect backdrop, shrouded .                  in mist–

  • State of the water

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    After last night’s state of the union speech, I was pulled to compose this piece. Thanks, Mr. President. ___________________________________________________________________ 1.24.12 Our waters are strong our shores ready for jobs we pledge to open our waters for more drilling, .     more spoilage, .     more fire, .     more chemical dumping– we pledge to make Sunoco and Exxon, BP and Shell, Halliburton and Chevron more profitable, to put America back to work. Our strong waters are open to the drill.  We stand, feet firm on these stolen soils, and proclaim, we are bigger than the ocean–

  • Backlog

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    I have been a bit behind in posting.  I hope you have had a good week! Here are the newest water poems: 1.17.12 Each day, my twitter feed lists dramatic weather, pleas for snow, concern about our lack of winter. Each day, I look out the window to analyse cloud formations. Each day, the sky yields disappointing results.  Water is moving in a different direction. Drip. drip. drip of rain or sleet crossing this boundary, lakes open to the clouds above. 1.18.12 a wash    a shore    a drift and this settling rough seas ahead       see the waves off in the…

  • Another day

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    1.16.12 water, kettle on, hot water, tea soak beans, mix yeast and water, wait wash hands, rinse dishes tea, shower, flush toilet, wash hands fill kettle, wash dishes clean counter, wash sink, fill sink soak mushroom bag, water dripping, drain sink heat kettle, make tea, drink water mist rosemary,  boil beans drink water, heat kettle, make tea wash hands, drink more water rinse mushrooms, wash dishes condensation on the window glass soak pots, wash hands heat kettle, drink water, wash pan wash face, wash hands, brush teeth refill cat dish, flush toilet wash hands

  • Low tide

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    1.15.12 Sea gulls huddle on icy shores during low tide, pearls in the sandy flats—- ice rafts float at high tide, the bay frozen at the edges in today’s single digits—- we sing songs to water and ask for forgiveness—-

  • Brilliant pool

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    1.14.12 Sun glints across convergence of snow and rain, ice coating head stones, creating brilliant pools of light.  “I will wake the dead with my walking,” she said. Crust skitters across smooth dips, traveling from her feet.

  • Birthday ice

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    1.13.12 parking ban ice covered snow walk up hill water pools ice rink small city wind abates down hill moon shining clear dark snow glitter perfect sledding  

  • Just add water

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    1.12.12 Just add water and stir. You will be tranformed into a venture capitalist who believes that corporations are people, who has made millions laying off workers who were not performing to your high expectations. The ingredients of this mix are proprietary, but you, too, could invent your own formula. Just add water, stir. You are transported to a large northeastern state where if you work hard enough, you can leave your impoverished roots behind in favor of becoming the head of a corporation, and, later, the state itself.  All it takes is a little theft, a little patronage. This…

  • Missing

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    1.11.12 Today, divers searched the icy Kennebec River for a missing toddler.  “You never know what you will find there,” said a man involved in the diving operation. “I have seen all kinds of things.” Grief lies just under the surface,        the story familiar, yet we are continually shocked into daze by news reports, in-depth interviews, pleas, and search missions.  We can predict the ending without even watching news at six.  Someone will be implicated, someone will be lost. An empty searching hollows through ice floats, calls us to pay attention,          only to forget when the next report overshadows today’s…