Poetry

* Each written piece on this page is copyrighted by its author; all rights reserved.

"I know every comma, every question mark; No, I don't have to read it -- I know the words by heart." ~ from a song

Sunset

Raccoon Coat

Refreshment

Today

Sunset
by me, the person who owns/authors this web site
(Copyrighted, November 1996; and published)

The shadows move
in mists and rhythms;
chasing, shields of vines
form their spider-web paths
across evening deserts.

Walk with me on the cracked,
caked, earthen shell
that welcomes midnight lizards
darting through the brush,
rushing underground,
the light to never touch.

We stand in the cool shade
of tangerine clay cliffs;
the streaming lavender proceeds
as we watch with star-kissed eyes,
blanketed in silken colors.

The caramel sun sets,
yet, it remains with us
in ceased calico rhymes;
sparks glitter within our vision;
we are the shadows of light.

Refreshment
by me, copyrighted, November 1996 (c)

Rain is in my veins;
I follow the water around
through deep valleys of my mind,
twisting and turning,
over rocks and boulders;
sometimes crashing.

It flows beneath my skin.
The life we drink
is sometimes shallow,
flowing in cool and clear places;
one might glimpse the sand
and shiny pebbles
hidden in the riverbed.

It warms my body, also,
for short times;
tasting the bittersweet shores,
and passing through
many unknown places;
eroding memories on our hearts
of the times we flowed.

It sweeps through time,
speaking it's liquid language.
Rain is filling me,
with thoughts that will evaporate.
In the silence and remembrance
experiences echo,
and slide over our hearts once more.

Raccoon Coat
by Yasha J. Dalheimer
(note: this nice piece is not by me, the author of this web site, just so you know)
26 November 1976

I am a raccoon coat --
attic-packed;
Thoughts as quiet
as settling trunk-dust
lie here beside me.

I scream through fur
That I am summer-attic-warm;
No one hears
except the moth.

Please unfold me soon
to let me warm
your neck, your arms,
your winter soul.

Take me before the moths.

Today
by John Seamon
* great to print out and hang up...

Today is mine. It is unique.
Nobody in the world has one
Exactly like it. It holds the
Sum of my past experiences
And all my future potential.

I can fill it with joyous memories
Or ruin it with fruitless worry.
If painful recollections of the
Past come into my mind, or
Frightening thoughts of the future,
I can put them away. They cannot
Spoil me for today. It is mine.
Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow is
Not here.
Start Today!