from the land

there was a cave
full of glowworms
shaping the
darkness
with their beauty.
this is where
i want to be,
in visible
coast to cloud.
drinking
silence
from notes of wind
a touch of hairy
spine, silky moss
crumbling in gaps




i am calm to dying
the way a chrysalis
divides itself-then
metamorphisis.
it is the body
of science and soul
the sun
in your hands
cupping the moon of my earth
i can
hear native stories
unbroken streams
lovers lost for
each other




in a field of bones
and twilight weeds
where your scars
feel like stones on the
landscape, as immoveable
mountains and gods
i tie your arms
around me
press my heart to
poetry in single
moments
and hope they
shine
with my belief
in you

Reviews

[CD Campbell]

There is an aching in this that I can't fully put my finger on. The first four lines of the second stanza really stand out. It is like there is a dark landscape between two people that can't be remedied. CD

[Neville]

This is a hauntingly beautiful poem and whoever it is dedicated to is a very lucky individual....N

[Beccy]

To me, this is a beautiful paean to a most beautiful planet. It embraces all that we have been gifted with, yet so often treat too lightly.

The word choice is exquisite, the flow, like water tumbling from a glass.

I am with Diego here, this is an excellent poem.

[Alistair (Ali)]

It's always good ...but you know that stranger!

[caesarkreshen]

I like the color of the font.

I am calm to dying is good. I think there is still much restraint in your writing. The lack of capitals and punctuation I think is your way of almost not putting yourself all of the way into it. It's like you///poem.

I feel like I've learned more from talking to you, about you, than from reading your writing. Remember the antagonists!

[linear]

It feels like love, moving within your landscape, the tactile kind of love with a scent of loss....it made me feel....

[Tree]

I stop from time to time here to read and to remember your poetry. This poem felt right today, profound, and moving. There was a lot of deep affection, and respect in this piece.
As always your imagery haunts, yet consoles all at the same time.

excellent/ write