Published: 28 May 2025

the Sun God says hello

night time humid
startled by thunder
lightning brilliant flashes
endless rain, endless rain
awaken to light on the ceiling
open the curtains, the clouds are gone
the horizon bright warm exciting
the Sun God says hello

clouds grey cold day
slate sky seems empty flat
but the breeze quickens
sweeps away the formlessness
everything suddenly radiant
the Sun God says hello

first day of Summer
the garden bursts out, bursts up
beans, clematis, roses
honeysuckle, hydrangea
sweet peas, reach, rise
to greet, to catch the attention
of the only god they know
the Sun God says hello

day is warm, garden lush
sky deep blue promise
birds sing, the air sings
everything sings
flowers open in fealty
leaves turn in adoration
all that springs from the ground
embraces what is priceless
the Sun God says hello

More Poetry:

The Wall

Walk with me.
Meet the wall.
The wall is the end.
Deep, dense,
charcoal melt into
rusted metal door black,

Step in the soil

Roots are steps in soil. Steps to rise
upon. Steps attended by dark life, earth being
what roots must dig into. To bury these seeds
knowing they will rise again. To bury hands
in rich dirt knowing things will grow well here.
To bury one’s face in a bouquet of lilac without
allowing one blossom to touch your skin.

snow

every flake falls so easily
so many and each one an individual

everything it covers becomes beautiful
it’s impossible to describe these crystals
no more than fear, elegance, truth
bare as you can see
not white — blank

upon the event of my suicide

I hope it isn’t a surprise
I practiced every day, another
unsuccessful attempt, the next morning
recognition of failure, and resolve
to try to do a better job today

I’ve been robbed (of my heart)

Distracted by the irresistible,
misleading is how you stole my heart.
Not just sleight of hand, no, plenty of it.
Grand larceny I’ll never report. Nor admit.
I prefer to believe I’m worth stealing.

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a fable
There once was a village of well fed cannibals. The area they lived in had lots of food for everyone, from fruit to fish in the streams, good roots, seeds and nuts, and people to hunt. Originally, there had been a lot of people in the area.
As I said, this village of cannibals was well fed. A time came when there weren’t many people left to hunt. If people did move in, they lived in forts, had weapons and acted very fierce whenever the cannibals visited.
Some of the cannibals were hurt by that attitude.
“You try to be friends and see what happens!”
“It’s as if they don’t want to be eaten! And I have this new recipe I can’t wait to try out!”
Now that there were no people left to eat, the cannibals started to feel hungry. That’s when it began.

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