Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer

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The last time I accomplished this task,
I was too young to realize it,
that would be why it seemed so easy,
to learn my 'mother tongue'.
...

He was the one I never questioned would be there,
the one I never expected would go
so far I can't find him now.
and I can't.
...

You and me, Mr. Spock
where do we fit?
A sharp eared peg
into the nearly deaf hole,
...

Catching fireflies feels
like catching poems,
Or should I say that
The other way around?
...

No one I know here would say
They don't know what it feels like to be touched.

Maybe lots of folks would say
...

Am I welcome here, now?
Or must I travel on?
I’ve been traveling so far, now
And yes, I can go on.
...

Tracing fire with our fingertips,
Etching air with your crystal eyes,
You remade me,
Into your love,
...

Someone taught him, early on,
Vows are promises made
to the g-ds,
his heart knew better.
...

How could I forget him?
The one who changed everything,
The one who turned my life around,
The one who showed me who I am,
...

A guide?
When did I ever need a guide?
A helper?
Why should a grown man need a helper?
...

A sentinel?
In the middle of a burb outside Seattle?
In a police department in the middle of a burb outside Seattle?
How can that be?
...

You would think being able to disappear,
Becoming part of the scenery, part of the unseen mob,
Would be a lark,
Would be a game,
...

There comes a time in every life,
When you simply, freely have to admit,
You aren't doing this alone,
You never did this on your own,
...

Why didn't I stop him?
Why didn't I stop myself?
Why didn't I see what that one life meant?
And why didn't I stay at his side,
...

15.

Summer

Spring was long and cold this year,
Summer seemed late and full of rain,
...

I hear the cries of 'No! ' 'Go back! '
A bard always listens to her audience.
So, I'm here, again, to ask
How far back along my many paths
...

17.

If all I had were pictures
I could be content
to see over and over and over again
his golden smile,
...

18.

Voice 1

It was wonderful, it was fantastic,
it was ecstatic,
...

1)
On not seeing him again, I find a known, sweet melancholy,
Many times, near and far, I’ve heard the sighs of those who saw.
If I keep this old hope at bay long enough, will I cease wanting?
...

Learning a new language is walking a new path,
you’ll wear the same shoes, carry the same gear
look up at the same sky,
greet the same sun, or moon or
...

Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer Biography

Raised in the midwest, writing poetry and stories since age 10, studied theatre and history, moved across country and back, working on first novels, an historical fantasy and a 'space opera', owned by two cats, and partnered by one rabbit, a long time seeker, still seeking along at least three paths. Fascinated by horses, history, poetry, language, theatre, musicals, westerns, ballads, swans, owls, and pegasi)

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Learning A New Language

The last time I accomplished this task,
I was too young to realize it,
that would be why it seemed so easy,
to learn my 'mother tongue'.

But now I'm much older,
so much older I'd not care to say,
And I seem to have won back
a new/ancient tongue,
new to me,
ancient of days in the world.

And like any way of speech,
it carries it's own way of looking at,
it brings it's own way of understanding,
it gives it's own way of, in it's own phrase,
healing the world [tikkun olam].

Now the sounds
string themselves into words for me,
Now the exotic looking letters
carry meaning to me,
Now the poetry and music
of an ancient tongue
are almost mine,
and I can only hold my hands up
in praise, and love,
for this gift of learning
at such a late hour in the day of my life.

next task: Homeric Greek!


(written in January,2000)

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