Come now to the wild welcome, the day’s light touch, the simmering song. Set right the path for trailing hours and on, and on, and on. Green rolls in, fresh earthen tide births bright secrets in its folds. The sun begins to kiss more boldly, our limbs more noble in our strolls. Open roads frame blooming tones and we, the crowd to cheer the … Continue reading Spring Singing (Poem)
My new poem, Spring Singing, is currently available exclusively in WPQ magazine, Issue 3. Available in print and digital. Order Here! Continue reading New Poem in WPQ Magazine, Issue No. 3
Drumming wheels of time unravel lengthening the chapters woven. In the wood thoughts peer through; wisps of green, our instincts wrapping in a perfume now seducing us into our next condition, yielding to magnetic tethers pulling toward the next edge. Always searching but home in searching– pulsing, turning, dancing, waiting. Beat the rhythms, each phrase an age cloaked in capsules, tears and droplets, … Continue reading Pulse (Poem)
Belief, now as ecstasy mistaken, traded in that ancient market– echoes across the Janiculum of Rome; chants dressing a temple; cries of duty sworn at the burial mounds. Each of us cut by fathers and coaxed by mothers into our cast for the world. Can it be we’re now overrun in this undertow, like tokens lacking even the Hand? Decrees uttered by overlords, in … Continue reading Heart Of It All (Poem)
Flying the skies with the winged gods of eagle rock we find ourselves truly in the Core. Roman temples and Alpine forests portal us to that center, particular means for our perfected shapes. The forest court echoes of the messengers, the valleys of mystery we traverse and reveal the undercurrent, awakened. Living through the grand proscenium of time the hills march with us, a tradition … Continue reading Procession (Poem)
Falling now slowly, pulled to that far shore, when light ever lowers rises tales told of yore. Awake not to rote tasks but to still clearer dreams, golden colors now cloak us as the sun’s warmth it wanes. Slip further coddled into earth’s last caress as the mind’s gate too drops, spirits seek their egress. Hosts hold court obscured to mortal men as morseled moments, … Continue reading The Dark Quarter (Poem)
Truest of True prop up my every fiber take hold of me in the Boreal wind. I ride infinite space in dignified particulars. — Complete archive can be found on the Poems page. This poem was published in the Atop the Cliffs poetry journal, Dec 6 2018 Painting: A Viking Mother, Frank Stick, 1929. Continue reading Incarnation (Poem)
A dark poem for this time of year based on Scandinavian and Germanic folklore. Originally composed by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe in 1782, this version is the English translation by Sir Walter Scott. This was my entry for a poetry reading during a Halloween livestream. –More on the Erl-King Continue reading Halloween Poetry Reading: The Erl-King
Bursting pennants standing guard against the glad inner courtyard, revel in their newborn form. A hazy day, and yet still light. A gathering, all life. The herald sounds, rings opulent in way of supple melodies. The center holds, and we bow down, and all is well, I don my crown– and yet, each here knows fancy’s flight. I do, as well, and in my might, … Continue reading King (Poem)
