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*Field of Flowers*
Tick
the sleeping dragon has stirred,
water and sand (to michael carrico)
Light in the early hours
"With the World so New and All"
(baby giraffe)
I crest the hill.
The last vestige of man
gone from my eyes.
I stand entranced-
Looking at God's palette.
The flowers know I am here.
They make me helpless
with their siren song of fragrance.
Drawn like a moth to a flame-
I am in their embrace.
Casimir Saczynski
And so it should be
always,
such a field
the life
this planet holds
bursting forth
in beauty
dancing in the wind
and sparkling dew
perhaps the bees
about their business
partnered
with the blooms
to seed anew
perhaps the bees
alone
should touch
them
they do not
weep
with joy
with awe
and drinking eyes
true
but
the bees will never
cease their
duties
to turn a profit
with a shovel
either
Forest trail winds through
at each step
The songs considered
So many voices
Sharp and sweet
We find charming
(Note them down
On our list)
They find warning
Stay away from me!
This is my place
Not yours
Perhaps our
trills of guns
And bombs
booming from
One piece of land to the next
Are esthetically charming
To those circling aliens
Who check us off
On their
Spring list
As easily
And as with much joy
As I do
Cardinals and warblers
Sparrows
And hawks
The birds are serious
About land and nest
To raise their family
They sing
so that they do not have to fight
We are serious about oil
And power
We just fight
Admirable creatures, birds
"The Bouncer"
(Canada goose threat display)
Oh beautiful and blind stones.
Inarticulate and dumb.
In the deep gloom of their hearts-
there is a gleam of the primeval sun
that looked upon them when they were begotten.
So in the heart of man
there shines a beam forever
from the everlasting heart of God.
Unresponsive-Rude are the stones.
Yet in them divine things lay concealed.
I hear their imprisoned chant.
We are fragments of the universe.
Helen Keller
If god there is,
creator beyond peer,
intellect that made all,
started all a-flowing,
if there is such
a thing as god,
who shoves minute
vibrating strings
together
and apart,
and sets
their twanging
frequencies
to god's studied whim,
a god who brackets
the universe
with time,
if there is
such a thing
as god,
then
humankind's
pawing adoration,
and posturing,
singing praises,
and killing neighbors,
and leaving poison
to choke
this home
is well ignored.
I do not believe
there is a god,
that pries into our
every breath,
to measure worth,
and judge,
and
squash to hell,
or lift to glory.
It is
our shameful
vanity
that makes us
feel like kings,
to trash our
world,
while we look
for a parent/god to
pat our heads,
and say "well done",
and that
we are right,
and those other fools
are wrong!
I can believe
that there is
a god
creator,
who shines
within every stone,
and twangs
the strings
that build,
and closes
the universe with
time.
That god
we will never know!
But we can stop,
and marvel,
that we
are
noticing,
and wondering,
and seeking,
and finding.
It is enough for me!
"Toothed Dragon"
(unfinished)
twitching one wing
her dream-thoughts are spiral galaxies,
filled with stars
that explode and spew in silence,
while they create the stuff
that glues us all
together
the dragon smiles in her sleep...............
(to Wayne)
carved the tree
and the swoop of the branch
- the white sun
aching the colors
away.
there it lies
for you
to take and shape
with your vision's blade!
make love in the sands and the sea,
it will show in the branch
from the tree.
"Espanola Stroller"
(Pied Oystercatcher, Galapagos Isalands)
"Trilliums at Thickson's Woods"
the sun stabs the sky
and the song of birds,
begun in the dark,
seems to gladden
with its greeting
(or is it me?)
Softly
the chill of night
gives way
to the warm,
and the fragrance
of green things growing
ladens the air
I rise and go out-
The birds, the BIRDS-
AH!
And as I search
and list their kind,
chasing their tiny flashes
of colour
the damp earth
steams
with life unfolding-
the tulips open
and the gold and green
of new life leaves
draws the air inside
to form and change
and give me back
the right to breathe
ahhhhh!
(to Bailey and Spring)
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