Poems of Woman

ON SOLITUDE Where put the feet of solitude - Warm breath in a snowdrift, Cool eye in a tropic haze - The murmur of voices Is always there Always the babble of bubbling things With the stillness underneath FOR AND ABOUT POETS This is for you .... This scraggly line, This thread of my beginning, Hauled out Curled and smaggong. Twirled in an unforgiving Pattern of errors And imperfections, This is for you .... This tug, This twisting twine Of all my living, The beginning And the ending, The all and only thing I ever was .... ON LOVING Why are you sad kookaburra? I am sad because I do not sing And I cannot live without singing. Why are you sad kangaroo? I am sad because I do not jump And I cannot live without jumping. Why are you sad river? I am sad because I do not flow And I cannot live without flowing. Why are you sad child? I am sad because I do not sing And I cannot live without loving. ON PEOPLE PARTING Though we speak but for a moment- If the barriers recede And we grasp suspended The joy of reaching out Beyond concentric circles To a union with God - Though we span But for a moment The seas that would divide us - Though we breathe But for a moment That pure air - We have had in the mutual being A beauty forever, A joy in the liquid waters Of the eye's eternity. What though the chains of commital Drag us apart When beauty lives Forever In the wisdom of the heart. DEATH AND BEYOND Image What do you tell me Image Before I join you In the green waters, Do you know it? That it might as well Be now, As later? That there is No harvest For me to work for, Not even A single pebble To find To ripple the surface Just a little? ON UNIVERSITIES The Thinker I pass the Thinker sitting at the gate And he is so engrossed he does not see How much I envy him his silent fate To read and know what every eye can see Upon that open page. To be with youth And thoughts as fresh as the lilies at his feet And then to see beyond, the tower of truth, Itself an inspiration, tribute meet To art and nature. There he sits alone When evening shadows through the stillness roll And give in softer more responsive tone A vsion, manna to the yearning soul. For then as such, the Thinker I do not see As he is part of that eternity. ON YEARNING The turbulent waters roll Down the despairing depths Of the searching soul And swirl in a disastrous whirl Of sand and salt and sunken shells and stones, And roll the open eye up high On the parching perishing pile Of scum and whitening coral on the sand. ON THE EDGE OF SANITY He walks the tight rope of sanity, Above, a dream, Below, a piercing scream From one in the density Of human awe Who had tried before. Waits a yellow streak of translucent jelly, To shake his hand On the winner's stand Or to lead in green reveille The roar of grey despair, And the death of one Who would dare! REFLECTIONS ON OUR AGE This is not good enough This itch, this urge This soul searing perplexity Of powers and patterns And imperfections, Trailblazers and tranquilizers, This is not good enough at all Theft and larceny; This forest of untouchable fruit This fire This form of freedom This is not it at all This limbo This living of the lost; Consolation prizes Glossed condolences Time tossed To turntable coffers This is not good enough This is not good enough at all .... ON BEING The clammy chill of the darkest morning Caught in the half awakened heart, Clings with an uncomprehending coldness, Shudders with cocks and cats of night And calls to the pit of a consciousness frozen With fears and shadoes and starkness of light. THE THIRD MILLENNIUM Eingana Take out the trash! Will the women of all the world please rise up And please stand up! Stand up on every platform, Take your place in every room In every government and every religion Rise up and take the RIGHT OF THE WOJB. Women of this NEW MILLENNIUM Do your research well, And meet me at Nirvana's gate With your very own story to tell.