Eric Paul Shaffer
Eric Paul Shaffer Poems
|1.||A Festival Of Crescents||5/18/2007|
|2.||Rime For Mr. Frost||7/7/2005|
|3.||For Veronica, Instead||3/15/2006|
|5.||White Trash Landscape||2/22/2006|
|6.||Driving Up To The Poet's House||4/16/2006|
|7.||The Flying Flag: On September 11||7/22/2005|
|8.||Yadokari: Hermit Crab, Okinawa||11/8/2006|
|9.||Lovers On Pulehu Road, Between The Sugar Mill And The Maui County Dump||7/5/2005|
|10.||The Famous Poet's Wife||8/12/2006|
|11.||Welcome To The Planet: A Greeting For Newborns||7/4/2005|
|12.||She Says All Women Are Liquid||8/18/2006|
She Says All Women Are Liquid
A woman is liquid because she flows. She carves arcs and curves
in the vessel she forms. She is moved by the moon. She is a fluent
force that endures in all senses, for the world as it is without her
is not. A woman appears as earth and as air and embraces fire.
Her nature, like water, rounds, encloses, encircles. None can live
without her. She is the unacknowledged strength of the world, truly
fundamental, essential in three forms, maiden, matron, and crone.
In every direction we look all we see is material, and all we touch
we call mother. She is ...