Monday, June 11, 2012

"Ancestor's Cry"

Title: "Ancestor's Cry"
Genre: Poetry
Status:  Published
Author's Note:  This is an older poem published and used by the local Pagan Pride organization for some of their events.  In an effort to consolidate all of my works in one central place, I am re-posting it here.  The original poem was an attempt at the sense of timelessness I always feel for the Ancestors--that they are our past, present and future. Thanks to some feedback, I have gone back and revised it considerably since its original publication.



Out of the clay and sand
We rose...
out of the mist and dark

With our first breath
We crossed...
the Ninth Wave
into the future, borne by epic tales

Upon our sturdy backs
We carved...
in blood and bone
the songs and stories you hold dear

As memories and dreams,
We gifted...
Our legacy
to your children's children

In the circle of time,
'round the wheel that turns
We are you!

Remember us, we cry!

Friday, June 8, 2012

"Where Your Destination Is"


Title: "Where Your Destination Is"
Genre: Poetry
Status: complete
Author's Note:  The poem I originally wrote was inspired by a phenomenal road trip with friends and the inevitable 'let down' that occurred when we all returned to our "normal" separate lives.  Revisions have dramatically changed the tone and feel of the original (translation: I axed the angst).  

“Where Your Destination Is”

Sometimes…
You discover that the shortest road to what you seek
becomes the longest journey home,
especially when you don’t know
where your destination is.

Sometimes…
you get lost to whims and dreams,
crossing borders between doubt and fear
convincing yourself you can’t go
where your destination is.

Sometimes…
You believe the roadmap drawn by others
should show the clear and easy path
but  it must be your experience that takes you 
where your destination is.


Saturday, June 2, 2012

"Creating Your Space"

Title: "Creating your space"
Genre: Poetry
Status: Complete
Author's Note:  Have been tinkering with a series of poems I call "Tree Meditations".  I tend to come across very interesting trees, their character and stature typically inspiring some poem that I compose on the spot and do very few revisions to.  Eventually, I started taking photos to go with the poems, hoping the picture captured a small bit of the experiential moment of imbas I had with the tree.  I don't know that it truly translates, but it is what is is.  This  particular tree is located in the Amnicon Falls State Park, perched into the side of a steep hill where one would think it unlikely for a tree to grow and thrive. 






Roots that flow free
grow with the life
of a river...
able to shift and change
with the flow of the soil
and the turn of the season.
Life is not always 
about finding shelter...
...staying safe
doing what's expected...
It's about rising to the challenge
of creating your space
in the very spot
no one said you should stand.