Ruth

Eighty one she speaks her pain
to a distant human being
not a healer at all her fear
bounces around the room of doubt
and Ruth's blood pressure goes
skyward as her body collapses
now she lies in a bed in hospital
her left feminine side resigned
as her heart squeezes in agony
Ruth I am here by your side
a million miles away I am here
long distance calls you breath
and I sing your heart song as
you walks between the worlds

The road into the red

Spirit moves me to the dance
I grab a shirt of my husband
and the flag from my truck
need drum pipe and tobacco
music drives me to the dance
I arrive with the dawn light
my sisters and brothers are
all neatly gathered a sight
for sore eyes as smoke rises
and the buffalo drum begins
We are twenty two sundancers
entering the arbor to pray
for everything good to come
rainbow joins us as she bends
low across the arbor the tree
of life is looking mighty thin
Oh ya ta wama yanka po chanupa
we greet the grandfather rising
we dance awake the holy sacred
and dance the sun across the sky
sacred earth sacred sky we are
your children dancing for balance

Friends

Lilly the pink Lilly the writer
lilly daughter of Jane the artist
and the lillies in my garden now
Annie small and Annie big and Frances
where are you now and Deborah gone
Alice and Hadessa long time back
Hazel Pamela June and Alfie Scott
where are my beloveds now in time
distance is more than miles distance
is the heart but no you are there
you have always been and will always
soul friends Ana Crana everyone be

Friends

Waking Nightmare

Jostled out of the dream into a scream
diab0lo is haunting me again my fears
my right nostril is jammed shut my
left shoulder is in pain and I aware
of every physical presence of body
my belly is bloated nine months out
I ask my husband to please pump
the air our of my belly into my brain
I see the head injury that happened
to help me cope with my life of loss
he pumps the air into my brain again
and heals my broken head it is then
only them that my heart can open to
allow my own self to be compassionate
I am God on the bus I am naked and
at a loss for polite words to excuse
my state of being in this beingless
time Oh body how I love your way

Aged Four

The wardrobe of dark heavy wood
held my curiosity for years
the mirror transfixed me
barely able to see my self
I opened the mirror door
climbed in and with angry
toppled the whole damn
thing over my mother
heard the distant thud


At four years old I was
extremely pissed off at
the world for taking my
mother away I was beyond
any sanity locked in grief
I was suicidal then imagine
mammy mammy was repalced
by another mammy who was
not a mammy at all she
was cruel and mean cold

I wardrobe fell with me
inside my brain knocked
over and split into
a different way of being
like cauliflower smashed
the pieces lying open
my brain my tidal waves
of reasoning gone forever
but now I knit them back
these discombobulated words

Saturday On Denman Island

Did you mind the music blaring
from my car pipes and poets
strangers on the shore I take
you to the places of interest
the forest ocean to gather shells
to walk amongst tall trees you
lost lonely mental deranged
the moon shell waits for you
the beach is always the best
place to shop to find treasures
then to the free store for
that garment you need to wear
saturday morning market fresh
bread and flowers and food
these people take time to cook
run down to Piercy's farm for
corn that tastes like heaven
the view is stunning angled
spirit leads me where to be
and what to say never confused
I feel your soul looking in
we are fleeting moments in tyme

Saturday Morning August 2010

Smoke hangs on the mountain tops
fire rages through distant forest
homes are gone forever memories
burned into black rubble decay
life itself is so fleeting
let go let go let go of all
for time is but a moment
of waking thought let it be
a prayer for peace and love

He coughs and will not speak
the pain of his soul his grief
his mother dead by her own hand
arrested his development forever
sweet wonderful person of heart