My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Three Superpowers
“this divine therapy shaped me well—
three indomitable powers of time
molded into water, ice, and wind…”
My Old Eyes
“now—as my old eyes fade into flint
to humbly close in a fading entropy
I hope to carry one precious virtue
to a never-ending world of spirits”
Mothers’ Day
“who taught us how to love
in a love-forgotten world
who spread their beauty
upon nature’s own beauty”
Becoming Infinity
“I linger in the light
squinting in silver curiosity
exploring the snarled calculus
of this mystifying universe…”
Quiet Angels
“there's a perpetual sadness stirring
the pure hearts of our whispering waters…”
Photo and inspiration courtesy of my good friend Rod Sorenson. Visit his Website at: rcoakley.com
The Nth River
“the final flows of our weary sky-blue rivers
turbid from stretches of exasperated erosion
stirred up in colors of boundless branches
will gracefully empty into an endless ocean”
Before and After
“our love danced upon silver flocks of stars
long before time was ever contemplated”
A Raven’s Haunt
“an unkindness of dreary—obscure ravens
preach precariously upon my pitiful perch “
My Water Cycle
“I love to watch the leaves change
then tumble into grass-wrapped fingers
of vibrant but obscure autumn streams…”
A Silver Solitude
“once, I labored deep—in a massive silver mine
packed in the rusted vise of a sinking cage
we quickly plunged down a vertical mineshaft”
Let There Be Light
“as we walk along its paths of divine warmth
hand in hand—we steadily become the light
and the sun settles behind the mountains”
Lest We Forget
“in the end—we realize we never noticed the beauty
—because we were too busy trying to create it “
Tomorrows Are Everything
“I trace the outline of unfinished edges
protecting a universe—we thought we knew”
Webb Telescope photo of Rho Ophiuchi courtesy of NASA and the Space Telescope Science Institute (STScI).
Sailing Upon Light
“—I see myself as I look into her deep blue eyes
our hearts melt into clear embraces of eternity
as love rises in white clouds of a brighter hope”
Learning to Listen
“if you become lodged in cracks of despair
learn to listen to your quiet spirit’s guide
and it will bind you to a warmer paradise”
An Impending Storm
“I seem to recall a similar cauldron of desperation
again—it feels like an immense storm is brewing”
Be The Now
“peacemakers are artists of time
sculpting the present moment
as they brush over drab melancholy”
Photo and inspiration courtesy of my friend Rod Sorenson rcoakley.com
Nature’s Song
“did you hear the earth sigh
beneath her ginger yarns of dawn
have you crystal courage to hear
the harmonies of her sacred song”