If you reach for the sun you will find a land of fire where everything is fuel every ego, every lie. Your wings will burn like Icarus- the diving is final. If you reach for the moon you will find a land breathless where nothing holds you down as you drift above the ground. WhenContinue reading “Hubris”
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Homeless
There are two of them and they come with steps stealthy and lean, almost as tall as me the one will nudge the feeder with his beak, bump, bump and perhaps the corn will fly. A leaf winds into the breeze, a masquerade of the sparrow in flight – this is how to please theContinue reading “Homeless”
Sunday in the country*
When you create a painting and let it move with the words of ages and the song of June bugs – the image of a father lost in contemplation with the vagaries of children all of them complacent. Being alive doesn’t need space, only the wisdom ‘do it now’ while you can tomorrow is behindContinue reading “Sunday in the country*”
Chasing the moon
Step outside yourself and let us chase the moon, do not let the misanthrope break the thread woven through every loom. Waken! Up you go! Hold my hand and run- the moon is up ahead of us, shadowed by the sun which rises in its stead but chase it yes we must! Dispelling all theContinue reading “Chasing the moon”
Brecht on wheels
The autocrat remarks ‘vassal shine my shoes.’ Herr Keuner*, he responds ‘the cotton is full of wool.’ The autocrat holds forth ‘oh peon bake my bread.’ Herr Keuner bestows voice to the mice behind walls. At St. Peter’s Gate the autocrat implores ‘oh vassal own my deeds.’ Herr Keuner with his shovel replies with aContinue reading “Brecht on wheels”
Halloween poem
When careless evil in the minds of men harpoons any good, the women are beaten the children are strewn like moss upon the earth unrooted detached, a life without the living souls transformed to ghosts. Inner monsters lurk around each hallowed feast intent on burial of wisdom into the deep. Blindness oversees theContinue reading “Halloween poem”
Birds of a feather
The sparrow houses young in crevices come spring- the constant chatter is how he sparkles, and to the feeder he swarms – no fault of his own this internment on American shores. The bane of farmer and woodpecker the starling has from Europe brought a foreign sound to every native thing. The sweeping murmuration smallContinue reading “Birds of a feather”
Poem
A poem is like a bird as it takes off into flight, when you think you have it down, it reveals Aladdin’s touch. A merlin’s turning head transforms to peregrine, and sometimes all you see is a buteo sitting there. A sparrow singing songs is likely just to be sitting on a tree limb withoutContinue reading “Poem”
Loons
This Michigan migrant sets up house in the most remote of places – no longer common in the land of a developer’s dream. A pair will stake their territory, warding off interlopers with yodels and tremolos. The eerie call of nature is necessary if they are to ensure enough food and security for the youngContinue reading “Loons”
Saving the Kirtland
This is how it begins – Flip lip lip-lip-tiptip-CHIDIP. Intensify with vocal chords that sweeten the ears of that choosy ground nester and a woman with binoculars around her neck. He perches on top of the world – a little distant but close enough to hear and see and amaze the jack pines that surroundContinue reading “Saving the Kirtland”
Anne's mediocre poetry 