the mother |
Deep ebony platelets cover this flightless one. Strutting about on dainty feet, clawed, scaly, unaccustomed to activity. Silence weighs heavy like a cloak, cultivated, massaged, worshipped... Posted by Rumispoet on Thu, 17 May 2007 04:52:00 PST |
lost |
lost inside myself Posted by Rumispoet on Tue, 08 May 2007 04:22:00 PST |
good quotes |
"Perhaps all dragons in our lives are really princesses just waiting to see us just once being beautiful and courageous".
Rilke's eighth letter to Kappus
"For that in him which drags us to his feet ha... Posted by Rumispoet on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 04:45:00 PST |
sticky web |
red box. a gentle buzz. perhaps now,
i'll write of the web...
red betty crocker - yours almost new.
oops! a pattern. not forced to continue.
new choices, new reflex, new hope shines ... Posted by Rumispoet on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 08:00:00 PST |
March 31 |
Wind howls angrily this morning and I am angry too. I can't stand to sit and listen to your loud menance and I refuse to be frozen by your icy blast.
Sparrow screams at you from her perch. ... Posted by Rumispoet on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 04:43:00 PST |
moments in our hands |
A door sprung open wanting to gather in first sight of you, first sensation of your presence. It was the instant recognition of souls needing each other's medicine. Heart medicine, soul me... Posted by Rumispoet on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 09:22:00 PST |
fish fry |
If wishes were fishes, we'd have some fried
I wish I knew what she thinks and feels
How to make her smile and feel safe
How to light up her face with anticipation of life
I wish I were... Posted by Rumispoet on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 06:32:00 PST |
for J |
the neat and tidy lives - so comfortable - so safe - so predictable
lack the courage to touch the flame - yea even to let the spark ignite
and yet they devour every drop, suck noisily at the milk dr... Posted by Rumispoet on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 05:33:00 PST |
spring walk on valentine's day |
Brightest sunlight dancing on waves of cold snow melted into rushing streams of life flows cleanest air filling my lungs briskly walking up this hill into my future alive and sensing hope emerging cro... Posted by Rumispoet on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 03:01:00 PST |
hem of your garment |
enough of this miry pit
that sucks the air from my lungs
frantically I flail my hands and scratch the air
searching until at last I find
the hem of your garment
with unabashed desperation
I claw and ... Posted by Rumispoet on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 05:40:00 PST |