Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Ourania And Graphic Arts

Ourania worked
Annular rings
From her lyre.
Sometimes she
Sings and can
Be heard in
Heartwood here.
She painted
Peace above
A battlefield.
Detail revealed it
Split stone and
Took away walls.
Nothing left
Except a telephone.
No one calls.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Coreopsideae, Cosmos

Cosmos is what
We understand
Of our universe and
--compose nomenclature
To converse in
Its language of 
Nature-- what we live
And do. "Give,
Give," it says.
"For that is all
There is of you."

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Sub Rosa 2

We know water
And sunlit leaves,
Seeds, each other,
Under roses, trees
And earth's 
Enchantment to
Be, to be.

Note: Poem, Sub Rosa 2 , was written an hour ago in response to 3 photos Norma took from an angle opposite the poem, Sub Rosa, (yes, blue and clickable) which was written and posted 5 years ago. Poetry is like that, rush rush rush. I sure hope I get more comments on this new one than I did on the first one.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016


We learn in defining fire.
Carbon remains grow
Brains in curriculum
Derived in lives sprung
From seas, plains,
Trees --speed to escape
Velocities --wind, engines,
Sails, rockets-- tusks and
Tails dropped to the ground.
After which, sudden 
Silence, an absent 
Sound of startled
Birds, replaces words. 

Saturday, July 23, 2016


Cyclic evolution, done
And begun again:
What will be --future
And history-- at a
World's edge, this
Prospect and ledge,
After work in mass
And energy must
Pass now down a
Cypress path to the sea,
Relearn its name and
Return the way it came.

Thursday, July 7, 2016


Our way has taken us
Over sea and time.
Things that could not
Climb before storms
Broke on rocks.
We descend over
Beaten docks where
Ruin ends and 
This garden begins
Under a star.
You are near and
I love you,
Who you are, have been,
Will be --and you
Have seen these things in me.
Each moment rises forth.
Overhead, a wedge of
Geese is seeking north.

Friday, June 24, 2016

Geo.'s Solstice Poem

[First, 3 photos: "Night life at my house. All within about 1/2 hour," --Norma.]

Over our revolving lens,
Sun sends edges, silver,
Under down gray and,
At the close of day, yellow
Light turns to fire folded
And rolled in tangles.
Earth holds its pitched
Angle where gardens rise.
Refraction fills the sky.