Dust to dust or ashes

Why why why do we get to come here and live
and love and grow to know each other's ways
for only then to leave.
It does not make sense

 I put my order  in to the designer of things
 I said Let me live here on earth forever
 amongst these tall trees
 and bird song silence

why would I want to move anywhere else
mercy me but it do not make any sense now
that you should go
and I get to cry over you


Layne as his final earth remains collided with
breeze and water his dust and ashes become
elements of wind
floating particles of water

Halukwii another man gone ashes to ashes this
time he is buried in a wood of pine deep into
earth of his ancestors
worms will compost him

Please if I die leave me on an empty beach for
elements to weather my bones and then return
one year later  collect them
write my
name on them bones for i lived and did not you

Poetry in Duncan

It was a perfect afternoon of passion of song and words
the three poets all dedicated and polished perfect
their words bouncing off  each heart filled moment
poet young man rapped in sonnet beats delighfully
the mature poets showed the power of time and passion
and yet in their telling lay open their own heart soars
It was a most delightful afternoon and my husband said
"Lets go home now for I have heard it all"now and
there is nothing more to beat this perfect afternoon
always my eyes want to cry at unabashed love yes
love for creation mothers  grandmothers primordial sun
that young rapping poet had it in the bag words
bouncing off the guitar licks in some Jack Kerovac
novel "On the road" yes we were on the road all
of us on the road in that room in Duncan then
we were on the road to heaven to moonbeams
to star dusts we courted our own mortality in time  

Birds singing before dawn

No  the light is filtering in thru  tall trees
boy these morning birds sing so sweet
enough to make my heart cry with love
enough to make all my anger melt away
in this world of silly stupid war forget it
concentrate only on the moment of flight
of light and laughter and song sweet note
from little birds that celebrate the light


ponder when did you last ponder any thing
take time to become a drop of rain falling
take time to study mother cat and kittens
take time to look at the wind in trees oh
why have I wasted my life in a fight over

nothing but my own silly mind games and
insecurity love me love me more than any