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Campfire Poems II
Catherine
I want to be like the forest vapor it the earliest morning hovering, smiling upward the sky, smoothly blue busy with its own affairs inverted multiple chasms unhesitatingly far away playing puzzles with the green... More »
Campfire Poems I
Catherine
the day the sun the wind the leaves the scent of smoke the hint of rain the lake colored blue in the morning,white at dusk eerie grey, when the night is deep I am haunted... More »
Ricocheted
Catherine
the day simply ricocheted like a sounding song of bouncing color rippling and riding shattering the surface revealing something buried in the starkness a violently vibrant cascading crescendo pummeled by overriding love the sun with... More »
Cartwheels in the Forest
Catherine
cartwheels in the forest landing on my feet dreamt of dirt and mossy rocks time to sit, to watch, to wait loneliness paddles with just one oar tis only a problem if you need great... More »
Bird Talk
Catherine
two friends in Spring relaxing in a forest glen together, but lost each in their own contemplations a singular bird starts to sing with clarity, simplicity one might dare say perfection with a smile one... More »
Meditation on Trees
Catherine
in meditation, of the trees (there are so many of them) I close my eyes watch leaves unfold, branches stretch arching, with supple strength they span across my imagination make a canopy of tessellated shelter,... More »
Sleepwalker's Journey
Catherine
tracing the course of a sleep walker’s journey barely marked steps silently set with margins of memory ruffling moving in a breeze of unease streets less straight revealing vainly nighttime’s limbo the mouldering mossy meadows... More »
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August 2008 