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I am twisting at her feet
my long slate gray body
nuzzling: rocks, trees and
a beaver, with fur aflame
my cold heart
held her heat
River woman~ poems welcome~
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I am twisting at her feet
my long slate gray body
nuzzling: rocks, trees and
a beaver, with fur aflame
my cold heart
held her heat
The white crust of winter
held her there,
lingering above the frigid flow.
The warrior river
moved on,
marching against the chill
that threatened
to hold it in place,
never surrendering to the ice.
Red hair,
wild in the wind,
she pulled her coat closed
with frosted fingers
and waited
for the river's courage
to become her own.
held her there,
lingering above the frigid flow.
The warrior river
moved on,
marching against the chill
that threatened
to hold it in place,
never surrendering to the ice.
Red hair,
wild in the wind,
she pulled her coat closed
with frosted fingers
and waited
for the river's courage
to become her own.
Beautiful river momma
lifts the wind
with her winter will,
calls the liquid shiver
to the water's surface
with her haunting trill.
She, the icy maiden,
river queen,
haunts the wintry shore,
beckons river ravens
to sweep the frozen sky.
And the trees, they quiver,
shorebound deities,
calmly reaching, stretching
to touch the river momma,
icy woman holding court
in holy water ever freezing.
lifts the wind
with her winter will,
calls the liquid shiver
to the water's surface
with her haunting trill.
She, the icy maiden,
river queen,
haunts the wintry shore,
beckons river ravens
to sweep the frozen sky.
And the trees, they quiver,
shorebound deities,
calmly reaching, stretching
to touch the river momma,
icy woman holding court
in holy water ever freezing.
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River Queen
I, your fisher King,
am pierced through-
my hot tears
break on the rocks
I, your fisher King,
am pierced through-
my hot tears
break on the rocks
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You break my surface
with your tears
yet I forgive.
You break my murmurs
with your questions
I cannot answer.
You wait for something
to flow past instead
of me. Why?
with your tears
yet I forgive.
You break my murmurs
with your questions
I cannot answer.
You wait for something
to flow past instead
of me. Why?
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Your face a stony surface
unbroken by lies,
yet I forgive.
six months
you wait for my right
question
by chance
I ask,
you lie again
unbroken by lies,
yet I forgive.
six months
you wait for my right
question
by chance
I ask,
you lie again
I have cast my dreams
upon the water between
frozen banks;
waiting for them to
call me from
warmer shores.
upon the water between
frozen banks;
waiting for them to
call me from
warmer shores.
others huddle inside
near warmth and conversation
but i stand here alone
to see winter
the moisture of her tears bejewels my face
chilly fingers plait my hair into love knots
my lungs fill with her frosty breath
and her laughter trickles away on the waves
in spite of my blindness
i see winter
and she is beautiful
near warmth and conversation
but i stand here alone
to see winter
the moisture of her tears bejewels my face
chilly fingers plait my hair into love knots
my lungs fill with her frosty breath
and her laughter trickles away on the waves
in spite of my blindness
i see winter
and she is beautiful
What lies beyond the bend?
She must know
So onward
against the flow
she is drawn deeper
into my history.
She must know
So onward
against the flow
she is drawn deeper
into my history.
I search for him still
beneath the water's darkened chill
beyond horizon's dawn or setting sun
I watch for him because he was the one
beneath the water's darkened chill
beyond horizon's dawn or setting sun
I watch for him because he was the one
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She sat by the wind
and sent a flat stone whirling
skipping
then sinking
like last night's sin
into the dullwater lake
wrinkled by the wind
as an empty elephant skin
and sent a flat stone whirling
skipping
then sinking
like last night's sin
into the dullwater lake
wrinkled by the wind
as an empty elephant skin
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dedicated to poet
hat in hand
head vulnerable
poems fly
with swift wings
come to roost
in my mind's eye
hat in hand
head vulnerable
poems fly
with swift wings
come to roost
in my mind's eye
they call this Spring--surface ice
melting though only over water
but what of less-liquid spreads--
her heart, her remembered,
when should they thaw?
she keeps them warmed in
her cage of memories
warm as she can. as she can,
but would live they again
like she did when they were real?
melting though only over water
but what of less-liquid spreads--
her heart, her remembered,
when should they thaw?
she keeps them warmed in
her cage of memories
warm as she can. as she can,
but would live they again
like she did when they were real?
river as a blessing
touching
anointing who I am
I feel
my face
in the wind
my hair
my thoughts
and
for a time
river in me
this poem
touching
anointing who I am
I feel
my face
in the wind
my hair
my thoughts
and
for a time
river in me
this poem
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The far bank whispers
and she hears.
Water sweeps between them
border of
past and future.
Too cold to swim
the icy flow.
Jesus
walked on water.
and she hears.
Water sweeps between them
border of
past and future.
Too cold to swim
the icy flow.
Jesus
walked on water.
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I could be there,
inside that water, lake
and sky. I could rest
beneath the mirrored edge,
allow myself the silk
of being swallowed
to the depths,
and shine, like a blossom
leaving, when at the floor
I'll rest and weave
with the icy sway.
inside that water, lake
and sky. I could rest
beneath the mirrored edge,
allow myself the silk
of being swallowed
to the depths,
and shine, like a blossom
leaving, when at the floor
I'll rest and weave
with the icy sway.
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Off to the right,
The white hooded reaper[.......,,,,,........... (Take a close look at the rock formation on the bottom right)
Points with his finger of fate
Transfixed
She stands there awaiting
A cold and watery date
The white hooded reaper[.......,,,,,........... (Take a close look at the rock formation on the bottom right)
Points with his finger of fate
Transfixed
She stands there awaiting
A cold and watery date
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It seems at last I stand defeated,
one more time despite it all.
Bad news all around
and without a sound
my heart shatters to pieces.
It's time to go again.
one more time despite it all.
Bad news all around
and without a sound
my heart shatters to pieces.
It's time to go again.