May | 2015 | Fawn Rising

Somewhere

Somewhere When I am younger On an island Dreams are scintillating and textured Thoughts multiply like seagulls And fly far away from reality Breeding & espousing higher ground philosophies Begging to be heard Screaming for attention and for nourishment Wanting more while still lacking It pumps the heart And allows for little puppy dog clouds […]

Welcome Home

In bringing close to your heart an acceptance of your darkest and most vitriolic chambers we can only hope to embrace our true selves and begin to heal to reconcile to align our spirits with the Great One. Then we can begin to truly serve others through our one pungent and courageous duty love. “This […]

I Named Her Depression

Have me to dinner A family gathering Embrace me What if? Hey. I need love Acceptance A shoulder upon which to lean What if? Instead of pretending I don’t exist I am that wayward family member You include, embrace, and feed anyway What if? Perhaps then I can mount up On the backs of friends […]

A Tuscany Romance

Forever I see, Forever you are Forever we believe In our moment in the sun. Standing on the knoll Smells of lush green Cathedral bells, Castle turrets As though to protect us In our moment in the sun. Time ensnares Riveted and rotting Our fondness ceases to flower Tracking muddy footsteps Into the hallways of belovedness. We […]

The Bargaining Table

Because of my brother, Du, I cannot say this word The word that later becomes Lucifer’s name Never have I understood why Perhaps I am afraid of it. Perhaps it is the charm he presents Or the image of hounds at someone’s heels while I adore all animals Or maybe it is the connection to music […]

I Remember

Spoken names Frozen in time Wearing their military service as a Woven tapestry We begin as isolated islands in the pews The names, called out Energy gathers The congregation becomes one family in their grief. As the candles jump and flicker to life The minister bows his head One by one we rise to stand And […]

Grief

The time has come for me to go Into the wilderness of sleep With death clacking at my heels Where the bowels of the desert Kill the distraught churches of sanity. And the cougar drags her offspring across the jeweled sand by its neck Entrails from her baby wander this way and that not […]

Part Time Saints

Notes travel to the weathered shore of my dreams; Reaching over the sands toward lightness of time Days and lives propel us, unabridged Where living reminders of Childhood spectators, safe yet courageous Stand tall as undying memorials to A time long gone A people long gone A heart still remembers Still yearns.

My Beloved and I

I fall. Cartwheeling, wrenching, tumbling. With the sound of your breath Your languid heated skin against mine The agonizingly slow way you bow Stretch and reach for me With a sparkle in your eye And just a touch of play We scamper, turning and moving Like the repetitive singing chimes of a grandfather clock. Tiny grains […]

I Will.

For as long as tides turn and the moon, however faint Shines its buttery soft light I will. And as far as my eyes can pierce the dark and my limbs can move toward your ever-beseeching thoughts I will. For my life is broken Shattered Beaten and Bloody Without you. I will wait until I […]

Harbinger II

The voice cracks as her chest contorts the eyes lower A tremor of hands court the lurching split in her gaze. A faraway light glistens and dusts her breath as she leans in to whisper Fare thee well. Fare thee well.

Harbinger I

The voice the eyes the breathless gasp The jerking shift in his directional gaze … A forever light glimmers to dust his breath As he whispers “it is done.”

Adeste Animis*

Courage abounds while trivialities pale Mercy is guaranteed to all who come near Within her sight-lines Special friends, local ministers, acquaintances, workers at the local supermarket, yard workers, professors at our local campus, doctors, dear and hostile neighbors, therapists, the fast-food cashier, sanitation workers, teachers, auto mechanics, nurses, animal lovers, and children of all ages. […]

Heart Core

Why? My own need to go with stuttering breath to beat the song and drum of solitude. And feel the tender tremors of nature of moving water of wild bird cries beseeching “alone time.” It is golden and it sparkles with the past in wreaths of the moment of now this very moment Now. Photography […]

Soaked Words

It is post World War II. The year is 1956. The place is a United States Army military base somewhere in Germany. She’s just come from playing with her dearest friend in the entire world at the base housing playground. She is screaming because of her friend’s tears and words. She throws open the door […]