The following poems have not been published or submitted for publication. They are works in progress , being revised, rewritten, perhaps even improved.
Silence Scratching the Skies
A gothic sense of dread
A gothic sense of thrill
Forests upon forests
Dark upon dark
And still
A vision of tunnels
A vision of fast turns
Buzzing Blazing ahead
Without end
Clear at will
Iridescent sunset
Iridescent sunrise
Secrets blown in the woods
No trace of paths
Bare hills
Silence scratching the skies
Silence after the kill
Forests upon forests
Tapping my window
Still
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Pyracanthas
With a glance as you fly by
Hold and watch
The glistening breath
Of the pyracanthas
Snow blooms on fire
White strings
On a violin dawn
A winter breeze pausing the wintery air
Letting march the last of Autumn
Moving in tempo with your heart
It will not endure
The harmony of fire and snow
Clinging despair
Melting of minds
To birth the inconceivable
Present
Your car already in thin air
Obsolete as sacred music
An interlude in time
As I keep the
Look out and watch
The glistening breath
Of the pyracanthas
Snow blooms on fire
White strings
On a violin dawn
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There is a Town in the Belgian Ardennes
There is a town in the Belgian Ardennes
Rich solitude and harsh plateaus
Where the air brisk and bright
Soars carried by the pines
Of dark quiet forests
Majestic and immense
There is a town in the Belgian Ardennes
Where the air brisk blue bright
Invigorates the mind
Where a painter was born who would give us roses
Where a young tree poet
Grew branches, birds and wings
There is a town in the Belgian Ardennes
With dark quiet forests
Full of mysteries wild
Where silence powerful will inspire your silence
Branches suspending time
Majestic and immense
There is a town in the Belgian Ardennes
Of solitude and harsh plateaus
Where long deserted paths
Along tormented streams
Lead to rich horizons
Magic ponds and castles
There is a town in the Belgian Ardennes
Where the air brisk and bright
Carries the sound of horns
Over slate roofs, heather, valleys, marshes and woods
Through haze and dusk singing
The running of the deer
There is a town in the Belgian Ardennes
A retreat from the world
Church grey above the green
Where dark quiet forests
Carry you back in time
Where a pilgrim today
Takes refuge in the past
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Almost a Train
Almost a train
To stop me in my tracks
A river a flood
To drown my thoughts
A sky, a parachute, a cloud
To brake my fall
The road waves
And the surf whistling -
a train?
No, a car
Flying through
Over,
By
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Anchored
If I have spoken of rivers
Not withholding water from sky
It is because I have breathed here
Within dock of the roofs
Swimming a horizon of arching leaves and clouds
It's because I have surfaced here
Whenever I reached out I would
Emerge travelling hopes Blue dreams about to sail
And every day continuously
I would see
Landscapes and faces floating shape
And poetry against the wind
Drifted to me
A perpetually changing god
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I Will Teach You the World
I will slash the fog with my pen
Open your curtains to the sun
And be your guide
Part of the way
If you let me
You and I holding hands
Will step through the window
And take the sunny paths
Of fields and countryside
I will not let rain or darkness
Threaten our steps or reflections
I will paint a radiant sky
Proud wildflowers in profusion
Wait for your smile
Recognition
I will not have a watch to mark the march of time
But will let the day stretch
Like a rainforest tree
I will teach you the birds
Orioles Vireos
The colors of our day
Nests resting at branch forks
Curlews and Avocets
Long reaching searching beaks
An image of our minds
Moorhens Grebes and Wood Grouse
Gliding through trees and reeds
Like restless explorers
Warblers Finches Titmouse
Tiny feathered beauties
Teasing voices in flight
Flocks of Starlings and Geese
The power of numbers
Lone Eagles and Falcons
Self-determination
Drawing our eyes upward
To the depth of the skies
I will teach you
The sheep
Seeming content to graze
But acutely alert
Of our steps and our gaze
Searching our intentions
When their eyes meet our eyes
The long-legged Suffolks
White ponies Sooty face
Doomed by their lack of wool
To be meat on our plates
Yet numerous and proud
An army sacrificed
The short bouncy Cheviot
A white rabbit on springs
Impatient Demanding
Self-focused like a child
The wooly Merinos and the proud Rambouillets
Confident on their ground
Holding horns like a shield
Hiding through mass of wool their vulnerable selves
The tall Lincolns Cotswolds and precious Wensleydales
With cascading ringlets
Like a wig of doll hair
Charming troubling beauty
Actors in regalia
And ambling towards us
Most curious and friendly
Delicate in their looks
But with a woman's strength
The Finnsheep may let you
Stroke their soft lustrous curls
While making a display
Each of three or four lambs
I'll teach you the insects
Hiding among the leaves
Tree-hoppers and Scolops
Unicorns in disguise
Cochineal and Aphids
Snow flowers in summer
Ferocious Waterbugs and Whirligig beetles
Swimmers in lakes and streams ponds rivers and birdbaths
We'll wear yellow green brown
And look like Ambush bugs
Sneaky steady patient
Waiting for time's rewards
We'll spy Long-jawed Longhorns
Lichen Moths Leather Wings
Parading their antlers
Showing off to the crowds
I will teach you the world
Part of it
What I can
And arm you with knowledge
If you let me
In time
Perhaps in distant years
You will recall the day
When my voice read you birds
And sheep and trees and earth
And we stepped together in the pages of books
Entranced by timeless worlds
And infinite mind paths
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I Am Not Who You Thought Am I
I am not who you thought Am I
Do the turns surprise you
As you peel at my mind
Trying to catch a glimpse
While I'm off to new starts?
Through undiscovered realms
On endless adventures
Surrounded by beauty
On solitary paths
From without and within
Listening and learning
Capturing word visions
Somersaults of the mind
I am not who you thought Am I
Can you keep even pace
As I circle the earth
And feel kinship with all
Of the animal world
And sit Pondering soul
Marveling at the stars
Focusing on pin lights
From beyond and before
I am not who you thought Am I
Resplendent with the sun
And drawn out by the moon
Irrupting through snow clouds
Taming space Holding time
As you peel at my mind
While I turn search and dream
Playing infinite games
Walking infinite paths
Do you feel the slight tap
Wondering at Your mind
Yet if you turn around
I'll be off to new starts
I am not who You thought
Am I
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