One can count the stones
But not the ripples…the
Echoes of ones conduct
...
Reaching far for
The topmost branch
A delicate hand labors
For the fruit of her want
...
..a beauty smothered
While it’s trying to breathe
Somehow do through
The pores of the
...
A stalk produces a dripping sap
When freshly cut
And it does not when healed
Much like a poet
...
I am a feather
Light as the air
I will rest
On open palm…still and calm
...
Rainclouds, come…
The beast is toiling
The roots of grasses
Have grown tough because of drought
...
“You are hurting me all through and through
And love the one who’s fooling you
Just be with me- and I’ll get by
If having you, this be the price,
...
As far as my eyes can see
It’s not all
What is the purpose of seeing
...
Tackling on a slippery trail
Up on a high steeping hill
The trunks and twigs
And jutting roots
...
Gripping knuckles against knuckles
Gnashing the teeth against teeth
Heaving breast to stretch a temper
Groaning hoarse to ease release
...
there was once
a fainting hope,
behold, it shines anew!
before it flickered off she came
...
The silence grows into
A subtle emptiness
A blowing wind
Through and through
...
Cause And Effect
One can count the stones
But not the ripples…the
Echoes of ones conduct
One can grab a sail
But not the gale…wisdom on
Implements of life
One can admire flame
But cannot touch…an in-
Appropriate desire
i just came across one of your poems and am reading more... I haven't come across any that I don't like. You are just amazing-I'm so happy to have discovered you! (you should be on top of that list-if people truly know what makes a good poem) . P.S. You don't have a bio here and I googled you but still no info. I know art should speak for itself, but why not a little 411? Or is the mystery part of it? :)