Category Archives: Poetry

Stone World

Stone world lies lonely for a while. Til light shines down on snow. Wild River etches a pattern of waterways to the setting sun. Insects, fish, mink, beaver, bear. Birds carry seeds of life. Trees emerge from stone with grasping fingers on rock. The People come in response to the Seven Fires. All is peace […]

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Scenes From A Train Window

The last time I went to Toronto I promised myself I’d pay attention to what was going on outside my train window and write about it down in a descriptive manner.  This poem reflects what I saw and by eliminating punctuation, offers the impression of the forward movement of the train. Going away sadness Dirt […]

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Liquid Universe

Who are the brilliant fools of our insidious decay? They breathe fire into the belly of the brother: The bugs that devour us. The wars that divide. The suppression of the Mother while grasping for the green. Be not as a prisoner broken in the dark. Peer through the steaming window of the liquid universe […]

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The Writer

I wrote this poem in response to the theme of “passion” during a writing workshop. Since writing is my passion I decided to use my surroundings as a metaphor for the writer in me while walking the labyrinth at Five Oaks Retreat Centre in Paris, Ontario. I am the tree with my roots planted firmly […]

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Chocolate Blood

Chocolate blood rose through the crashing waves. The girl is smeared beneath the sordid symphony of life. She screams at the foot of the goddess moon. Sweet life whispers of a mother’s love, not the bitter moan of a thousand black shadows of raw language at her mother’s breast. She beats her tiny fingers against […]

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Forest Sanctuary

Behold, the ancient air of the forest sanctuary, where verdant tendrils of summer grass blow gently on the breeze. Intuition shines softly as a river, and wild flowers rustle with insect harmony. Watch as life blossoms through nature’s spirit, and quiet walks breath poetry into the soul.

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The Sun Storm

While I was visiting my daughter in Toronto recently we composed a sad poem from refrigerator magnets with “happy” words on them.  When I got back to Chatham, I started to work on my own poem and found that I enjoy putting disparate words together to see what they will become.  It’s like magic as […]

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Discovery

While taking a course that included poetry two years ago, I came to appreciate how important it is to express yourself eloquently using a minimum of words.  Though I rarely write my own poetry except when I have to, the opportunity to change that came my way through two different media over a single weekend:  […]

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Panic

This poem is the result of taking an abstract word and describing it as a painting.  More than that, it can also describe how life feels sometimes. Panic poured black on a canvas of white. Starts out small, and spreads in all directions. It cannot be contained. The artist struggles, while the paint drips down […]

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Noise

 I wrote this poem at the end of a week of writing memoir pieces.  We were all pretty tired yet I had to come up with one more piece.  What to do?  I decided to walk down to the dock by the lake and just listen.  This is what I came up with. Is there […]

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