Poetry Grove

Black-Eyed-Dog
It was the last time.
The summer sun spills over me
A carpet of grass
World of Wonder.

There were four paws wildly thrashing
Water being blessed by the Black-Eyed-Dog.
Help me. Help me.
And I did nothing.

Oh for the last time
Sweet sickness will touch my lips.
I though he was dead
And my world cracked.
I mistook my own breath for a sword.

But the clover air taught me better.
The Goddess smiled down on me once again
And the Black-Eyed-Dog.

So many lessons the world can give.
I would not have drowned
Just as his black head popped up
When life sucked him back
I too realized how to breathe.

It was the last time
I will forget that the dog wasn�t drowning
But I was.

The swan lands on water.
Have you seen it?
Webbed feet running across the shimmering surface.
The ripples from those tiny footfalls are endless.

Thank you, Black-Eyed-Dog
For almost drowning today.
You have saved me once again.

The grass grows beneath me
And my hands, because I have them
Are ready to move.
The water goes rippling on.

It was the last time.
Oh Goddess.

The beginning is here.

The Goddess of Water
The cracked feet
As they walk
Will not bend without tearing
And the poor girl cannot see.

The path looks the same.
Boulder on the left
Just after the grass stand on the right.
Same same.

And the movie line
Like an arrow.
Can you imagine colors like that?
I bet they don�t even know how lucky they are.

On thin paper lie pictures of shoes.
Cracked and brown.
Wanting to be feet.
And I can only think that they will never get there.

Thank you free society
For not making me poor
Ethnic
Or born anywhere but in America.

Slap slap slap.
Clouds of dirt are rising
And settling in the deep cracks.
There are eyes that would be smiling.

But instead are seeing broken pictures
In black and white.
A heavy weight of water sloshing
Above a road
A weary girl.

And feet that wish to be shoes.

Wicca
As I walk past windows
With sweet spring breezes
And run through wind
Scented with flowers

How can I not believe in this earth?
This land of Wonder
I can see the Goddess
In every place I look

As spring breaks forth
And bursts into summer
I feel the magick take us all

In a full moon
That none of us can take our eyes off
In the clear blue waters
Of the sea

There it is again
That earth magick
It runs through us all

I find myself in love again
As I cast circles
Weave flowers into my hair

Oh the winding blessed circle be
That winds around us
May I find my place in it

So mote it be.

Time
One year.

And do you see the diver,
With spindly stork legs
Preparing for the long blue swim?

A bright orange pumpin,
Glowing from an inner sun
Through quill-like holes.

The light reaches through,
Tenderly,
To that snowy pre-Christmas morning
When frosted cookies
Followed a pen on a quest for an ocean.

And I found myself flying up
From a yoga mat,
Of all things,
Into a world of golden wings.
A hall of spirits.

The bullet
That pierced my back,
But couldn�t quite bring forth the same tears
As that Christmas day Spent tripping over suitcases,
Surrounded by dying snow.
I heard voices of a family,
Like lost radio waves,
So
Far
Away.

Which would carry on
To an early spring walk
With a beacon moon.

And the mask fell down
With my singing voice.
The wind with a current
Softly humming.

I will have looked over dried up seas
That once I flew over,
And will again.
Crisscrossed paths with a person
Who I once thought was me.
And this same music.

It still can bring me back to that beach,
After all this time.
I�m still slowly reaching the shore.
Stroke after stroke.

How gold,
My smiling face.
And the seagull,
My heart.

Together,
Not yet lost to the sea.