turbulence at its best
leaving your mind no rest
indecisive as to what was said
mumbo jumbo in your head
leaving the wound quite abscessed
*
Dedicated to Elaine Lawrence
the artist who inspired the title
*
samara seed
you birth life to the birch
flowering into the clustered catkins
blooming your fragrance
row after row
tree after tree
light green to forest green
your brown young trunk stands strong in your group
as you drink in the water from the sweet earth
slender, tall eloquent bearers of truth
you stretch your limbs high and wide
each twig of your arbor beauty
stretching out into the blue abyss
urging us to follow the call
as you age your chalky white bark of papery layers beckons secret messages of the heart
to those who may once discover them somewhere down the road
drawing together the lovers
who reverence you so
over the ages you have given of yourself so many times
your spirit so pliable…your quality malleable
as a child i thought of the Oneida people who fashioned a canoe out of your River Birch trunk
so willingly you carried them across Mother Earth’s river road
your beauty is enchanting
graceful delicate foliage
ethereal birch
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Notes of Interest Regarding the Birch Tree
Dedicated to Cheri
***
whimsical beautiful you
sung by the lonesome guitar
gentle you
walk among the creatures of Mother Earth
willing to go the difficult distance for rebirth
your hazel eyes
ever reaching for the majestic stars
seeker of truth and honesty … you ride the streetcar
at once alone…seemingly forgot…but not… you stand strong
willing to risk and jump the bar…bicycling like the running jaguar
all through the day and the nightlong you sing your song
perplexed by humans who are so bizarre
yet your kind silence is your guard
your sense of humor carries the memoir
leaving no traces of the scarred
willing to rid yourself of the eschar
you search and never falter
gentle, helpful you…loving and loved afar
you have given your sacrifice to the altar
Dedicated to my Mom
Agnes Gertrude Uelman Johann
1915-2010
***
each imagination writes its own page…
the stirrings deep within
emerge in light
with the innate desire to share
touching my soul with yours
giving birth once again
Love for Arts (Photo credit: Wikipedia)love spilled
out of me
like the blue water spring in the valley
over flowing
bubbling
molecules not counting, not keeping tally
love spilled
out of
me
like the unlimited starlight
from the purple hazed skies
brilliant
effervescent
not wondering why
love spilled
out of me
like orange blossomed sunbeams
gently
lightly
touching the earth as if in a dream
love spilled
out of me
like breath from my being
effortlessly
naturally
for YOU
were all that was seen!
the smile
caught us both
you liked mine
i liked yours
intensity built
as the conversations flowed
inundating the email system
in a back and forth flurry
then on to Messenger
day and night
into the wee hours
parlaying…smiling…laughing
detours…disconnects…
realignment…words running furiously onward
time knew no bounds
then
texting followed my heart
through several states
then
we skyped
and met face to face
then
we planned how we would meet
then
plans became interrupted
and
now…
NOTHING…
even in their absence
words ARE sharper than swords
the bud is born…the leaf formed
basking in the sunlight
it breathes in the air
and happily colors itself green
smiling gayly, waving sweetly
then the winds come…

the source of ocean (Photo credit: sundaymay)
the storm is all about
the green leaf has fallen from the tree…
fallen into the river running wild down the bed
pushed along by life’s force
happened
so quickly…
boundaries unknown
oh…stubbed its toe! on the rock below…
pushed up again by the wave of gentleness…the wind carries it freely
as it breezes its way, floating on love
then turbulence…the sky has turned grey
bashed here and there…
suffocating…it can not breathe…
drowning…in the sea of life…
yet some unknown force…some angel-life draws it forward
it says, don’t give up…one more float
the green leaf is a bit tattered
and bruised…but stronger for the ware…
it continues down the river…
pushed down…up and over
then riding the waves once again…
the waters carry it forth
as it rests gently on the shore
unexpectedly you arrived
drawing me out of myself
to the far reaches of the mountain peaks
to the very tip of the purple clad birchbark twigs
removing layers of self-doubt, peeling away like the paper of the tree
your reaffirming gentle being drove me into the depth of my being
teeteering on the precipice of love
ocean tossed waves cresting upon the shore
dancing delightfully in your charm
your every word brought new light into my inner sanctuary
burning burgundy red sunset deep
i hungered for more
ethereal YOU
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