My Poetry and Prose Blogology
We Are All Stars
What are we willing to spend to draw closer?
Webb Telescope photo of Dwarf Galaxy WLM courtesy of NASA and the Space Telescope Science Institute (STScI).
The Last Waters
“when we discover the gift
and drink from the ladle
of his deep cold sating well
we choose a strenuous path”
Three Essential Things
“never relent in the protections of—
our peaceful tracts of open space
our waters that deliver and keep life
and our dark skies of hope beyond”
Photo Courtesy of Rod Sorenson— rcoakley.com
Snow Canyon
“Snow Canyon remains one of those weird geographic anomalies. A multicolor marmalade adventure molded in nature's clever hands of shape, shadow, and time.”
Photos Courtesy of Rod Sorenson— rcoakley.com
AI— A Means to An End In 7 Easy Steps
“So—will love exist in a quantum world of perfected reality—in cells of collective reasoning? And who will we be—as we cancel out all differences?”
Below Beasts
“they live above our indulgence
and our hackneyed opinions
to only give of themselves
in pure—unconditional love”
Please Make Me Great Again
“but now I am worn beyond ancient bones
hollowed out in petrifying depression
to a withering squint of Great Salt Lake
and I no longer feel so great—”
Peace Trails
“baptized in the caressing dews of willows—
we emerge beneath an azure-blue atmosphere
redeemed once again—in a fresh ray of hope”
Photos courtesy of Jessica Taylor Crystal
Deserts of Our Hearts
“…who can we turn to now
to find our calmer sanctuaries
of tranquil deliverance and hope”
Photos Courtesy of Carma Evans
What’s In a Name
“lakes paint living beauty
from soft palettes of peace
they reflect abundant life
embraced within circles
they nourish or preserve”
Photo Courtesy of Rod Sorenson— rcoakley.com
Reflections Upon Our Galilee
“These patterns in Galilee
reflect our sacred responsibilities
as Mother Nature labors
to mend the misdeeds of “progress”
with the slower passions of fresh life.”
She Has a Perfect Role Model
“like Jesus counting each one of his tiny lambs
she will not rest until they are all accounted
and her everlasting quilt of kindness is spread”
My Tattered Fleece
“I was reared amid the highlands
as a disheveled mountain goat…”
Photo Courtesy of Rod Sorenson— rcoakley.com
Infinite Tears
electrified in trembling
voltages of the night
I roll myself over
to gaze into your eyes…
Water and Us
This poem may possess another
abstract or far deeper meaning
beyond the first obvious impressions…
My Albion Basin Paradise
“High in the towering sanctitude of the Wasatch Mountains, overlooking my innocent childhood home, lies a hallowed cirque of life known as Albion Basin…”
Loftier Trails
trails render our escape
they trap our darkness
upon outcrops of repose
and soothe our anxieties
in meadows of wildflower…