Ghostwood — A Dream

“Ghostwood” — C.Birde, 6/20

Deep,

dark wood,

moon-bleached

and rinsed of light

of color.

Earth lifts —

root-twined,

rocky —

in slow and steady

upward arch

beneath a burden

of pines.

Gaunt figure.

Slack of limb

and wasted frame,

flame of hair and

spirit snuffed.

He shuffles unaware

in shabby slippers

and threadbare robe

between attentive,

watchful trees.

Alone.

Alone and ghostly.

Diminished.

Lost among

the elements,

whose beauty

would be magnified

did he not

haunt them

so.

— C.Birde, 6/20

Scorpion-Free — a Poem

“Empty” — C.Birde, 5/20

White-footed

meets

white foot

in size seven

garden shoe.

Furred meets

furless.

Warmth to

trembling,

whiskered

warmth.

Sustained,

untrained

diaphragmatic

E” .

Instinctive —

achievement

of breath.

No scorpions

here.

All the same,

shake out

your boots.

— C.Birde, 5/20

Stitched & Strewn — A Poem

Gift

“Through the Reservoir Wood” — C.Birde, 5/20

 

These lush

green days

damp and cool

and stitched

with bird song

strewn like gifts

unwrapped

petals scattered

everywhere

white

chartreuse

careless pink

one thing

to do —

Thank you

thank you.

 

 

— C.Birde, 5/20

 

Cherry blossom path nature

“Strewn” — C.Birde, 5/20

 

 

Riddle — A Dream

Door

“Riddle” — C.Birde, 5/20

 

A riddle –

lacking keyhole,

handle, or

hinges;

An omen –

a stone rolled

‘cross a

tomb;

a door of gray boards,

sunk in the hill’s

chalk white face

and tucked beneath

a green garland of

ivy.

Exit and entry,

impossible

impractical.

Invitation in jest,

deep-set in the hill’s

soft ivied side,

behind peeling gray

boards that board up,

hide, and hoard

mysteries denied —

a riddle.

 

 

— C.Birde, 5/20

 

Full Immersion — A Poem

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“”Immersion” — C.Birde, 5/20

 

Walk with me

Our faces tilted

up and beaming

catching light &

Truth

free of the dawn

of personal desire

Flash of Oriel’s

tangerine breast

Red-winged

blackbird’s trill falls

from the dead tree’s

totem

Grasses sigh and,

blue-eyed,

stare

Walk with me,

two yards between,

our footsteps

praising earth

water

air

Frame of reference —

Truth cares not

Precludes

Includes

Remains.

 

 

— C.Birde, 5/20

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“Blue-Eyed Grass” — C.Birde, 5/20

Youth-fall — A Dream

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“Cliff” — C.Birde, 5/20

 

Impressive feat –

to maintain verticality

complete

on the cliff’s sheer,

tiered,

limestone face…

Wearing black gear,

stamped white with

endorsements,

a boy on a bike,

pedaling furiously,

tirelessly.

The bike’s nubby,

rubber tires bite,

spray grit,

incise an ever-deepening

groove…

While,

stretched below,

beneath the cliff’s

jutting lip,

the sea sprawls

and waits

and heaves;

ultramarine

and green ;

swollen layers laced

and dimpled,

frothed white with

submerged spokes

and wheels

and legs

too numerous to count,

still churning…

Patiently,

the sea receives

the scree that spills

and spirals down,

down,

down…

accepts all offerings,

large and small,

as easily,

as hungrily

as any mortal boy’s youthful,

wide-eyed resolve.

 

 

— C.Birde, 5/20