the ark

snake charmers pecking at malnourished carcasses
bodies strangled in murderous waters
walls so high, mountain steeples flatten
follow the arc of the convenient
the long story is best told aboard travelling vessels
bridging episodic whims
this is where they followed
the writers
two by two
in it for the long journey spanning centuries
creative creatures called to board
before the raging floods of sameness
drown out overweight minds and weak voices
protected in the ark, safe to endure extreme swells
the chosen and their miraculous words survive mankind’s dysfunction
sowing seeds for independent reaping
sun to sun to sun
after earth recovers and swollen rivers recede
writers perished by insignificant waters finally reveal themselves
their dried out bones almost identical

golden horses

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a borrowed angel

Passerrines explode from a feather cannon–
an ominous burst more foreboding than a tempest
Endless bits of triangular blue make the sky an abstract puzzle–
coming together or falling apart
Their chattering blankets suffocate my precious morning peace
How do these frenetic creatures hear each other
Does it matter to their tiny process
The starlings remind of a biblical pestilence read about as a child–
invasive species, legged, winged and without conscience
Millions of flapping wings force the trees to sway
How black these birds with their beady little eyes–stolen magician’s opals seeding the sky
Ear-shattering thieves of brightness
To diffuse my peril, I unhook the waking senses
In the empty spaces of my blank, Helen arrives
A borrowed angel
eye-less
ear-less
Quiet now
See her
Hear her
Through dense feathered blinders, she manifests a brilliant blue sky
Flocks enter her sealed cave–
she hears one birdsong above the rest
The plague of starlings brushes low to the ground
Cerulean returns above
The screeching pestilence covers my property
her Speaking hands guide me
her Silent words teach me
to hear a single clear note above the din
to see an emerald ocean above the sea of feathered black
My borrowed angel is a spirit of imagination–
an artist of the senses
I have been both deaf and blind
She has not

Ra

dedicated to Helen Keller

Today’s Meaning Today

The meaning of today
formative
vaulted ceilings
men in robes
choirs singing

The meaning of today
cynical
not enough roofs
men in silk
masses crying

The meaning of today
human
shelter in hope
clothe the naked
feed the hungry

Give meaning
today…

Dream Catcher

Dream Catcher

May you dream that all people can dream…
Happy Easter to those of you celebrating
Happy Sunday to all

Dream Catcher created a few months ago, previously published.

 

Love, Snake

Dear Friends,
Not more than a few miles from my home, a wonderful nature museum thrives. Throughout the year, this interactive institution hosts an assortment of wildlife guests. Museum employees give entertaining classes on how to ‘better communicate,’ with our outdoor neighbors. This week is Snake 101. I asked the big son if he’d be interested joining in the fun, but he doesn’t care for snakes the way his mother does.

I retold the big son a favorite fourth grade story of mine. I boasted how I’d been the only girl in a class of sixteen to participate in a summer-fun snake class. The big son squirmed a little as I regaled my joy in cuddling snakes. Much to my surprise, my slippery story did not shame him into the response I was looking for.

I wonder about snakes and the unfair rap they’ve received. Perhaps if Adam and Eve had been tempted by a meerkat or a parrot, oh, anything else… I’ve never owned a snake though I’ve had a few iguanas as longterm companions. For those frightened by snakes, I’ve sketched a cute snake – sort of. They can really be adorable 😉

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Thank you. May your dreams be carried off by doe-eyed reptiles with heart-warming scales…
Love, Snake created with Prisma pencils July 11, 2014