The Red Road

photo:  the path to Madrona Beach

The Red Road

She walks this road often,

daily to the water

in soft skin

from age, thinning

on old feet without slippers

She climbs the Madrona,

tells stories on narrow limbs, knotted red,

where she bled

from old feet without slippers, walking

ldn

My cross to bear - for my mother, March 09, 1925 - June 28, 2010

My cross to bear
(for my mother) March 09, 1925 - June 28, 2010)

I’ve said enough

Now where do you  hurt?

How long is  your   story?

Are you still there?

I am listening, now,

wandering in and out of my self

Now and then I find my body 

Now and then, I don’t

I won’t tell you where I’ve been,

unless you ask 

I will leave you be, now unto your own desires

I have mine own to wear,

my cross to bear,

it is, not yours

I follow closely mine own shadow

It is always there

Where do  you  hurt?

I want not to be your cross to bear

I have mine own, to wear 

ldn

The lost ring

The lost ring 

I feel like a child, weeping over spilled milk

I love freely, until it hurts

I have no will to keep my insides dry

or my outside in, though I try

I am an open book

Look at me and you may see yourself,

hiding there, on my sill
I care about everything,

too much,
still
I am your lost ring

I am buried on the mountain top

where you look

but come home empty,

of hand

without the band,
the ring,
that you took,
from my clutch,
because I care,
too much

ldn

Love is

photo: bahaiquotes.blogspot.com

Love is

Love is white lilies

Love is black roses

Love is the hand,

that grows in white lilies,

black roses,

where love knows no color,

where no door closes,

on lilies, on lilies,

on roses

ldn

The Hill

The Hill

It’s a load but I carry it

It’s a hill so I marry it

I do it fo’ the kids

I do it fo’ my wife

I push it fo’ my ma who’s sick

I haul it fo’ their life

Some men call me po’

and a po’ man I may be

But I never known much differn’t,

the hill is all I see 

ldn

Greed (a dream, June 24, 2012)

photo: (altered) gettysburgdaily.com

Greed  (a dream, June 23, 2012)

We don’t need to cut / / /

take down a tree before it grows up
chop it to the ground for one little nut

eat the seed that produces it,

reduce it to nothing for one piece of it,

take what we want out of greed

The cow is whole ~ in of its own

The seed in the tree ~ not fully grown

The earth, the trees, the animals, on loan
We reap what we sow, you know

ldn

I hang Holy

collage:  art that decorates my wall

I hang Holy

I love Holy,
so I hang Holy on my walls
Sacredness decorates my Halls
I feel blessed,
I am humbled by God Himself,
in my home,
my sanctuary,
I am never alone,
because I hang Holy,
and to sacredness,
I say, Yes

ldn