Friday, November 30, 2012

Voice in my Silence By Helen Keller (1880-1968)

I Believe that God is in me,
as the sun is in color and fragrance
of a flower-
the light in my darkness,
the Voice in my silence.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Polish and Comfort

Dust grows
on top of things,
as time passes,
Quantity changes
and eventually quality
shift.
If not removed,
It sticks like
glue on skins...
you got to know
the polish and comfort
in a relation
with attached strings.
She loved many men,
but might not mean
love in general senses.
One's mind shall not be
shaken if a richer man
comes to sight
to get you...
love him?
do you cook dinner for him?
do you work and use your own
money to buy gifts for him?
do you two speak
in equal manner
and ...???

on Children By Simon J. Ortiz

O child's tremble
against your mother's innerwall,
is a true movement
without waste or hesitation,
a beating of wings
following ancient trails
to help us return.

Friday, November 16, 2012

My Grandmother's Ghost By James Wright

She skimmed the yellow water like a moth,
Trailing her feet across the shallow stream;
She saw the berries, paused and sampled them
where a slight spider cleaned his narrow tooth.
Light in the air, she fluttered up the path,
So delicated to shun the leaves and damp,
Like some young wife, holding a slender lamp
to find her stray child, or the moon, or both.
.
Even before she reached the empty house,
She beat her wings ever so lightly, rose
Followed a beee where apples blew like snow;
And then, forgetting what she wanted there,
Too full of blossom and green light to care,
She hurried to the ground, and slipped below!

Saturday, November 10, 2012

The Well Made Shield

The dark shadow hangs close,
Trees enjoy the last hour peace,
Seagulls sail low and wide,
Drawing the shape of an arc.
The moment is windless,
But the earth draws heavy breath,
upon the sea birds' curving downward
to the place of the target.
everything revolves in significant pace,
before dawn,
The powerful swings
of the well made shield.