The worn boards smell of mildew
and butterfies skim my hair
The pure clean mountain air
intoxicates the bees, dragonflies & me
the moss cushions my tired feet &
gooseberry vines crawl on to &
under the rocks
Soft cotton daisy fluff
finds my fingertips
The creek swishes,gurgles and babbles
stories of yester-years
I sit under the bridge on rock
as she splashes my limbs back in time
the shocking cold wakes my senses
& the swift current whispers my
forgotten dreams
copyright: Dianne Tchir
Dianne's Wordshop
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
LOVERS DANCE
LOVERS DANCE
We are butterflies
that woke one early morn
fluttering in the mist
flying silently
touching ground
to change our disguise
copyright: Dianne Tchir
ANGEL DUST
ANGEL DUST
Still- frost clings to trees
brushing each branch & bud
with a stroke of Angel Dust
twittering jays, pine grosbeaks &
sweetie chickadees shake
the dust like a flurry
of sparkling diamonds
You strain to see as
you feed the birds
copyright: Dianne Tchir
DEFACEMENT
DEFACEMENT
Nature is indifferent to
my presence- lost &
suspended against the sky
that blends with stars
the Black Virgin
will find me
Tree shadows stretch
across the eerie highway where
feathers float in a flurry
filling the Fall air
The world seems unholy
exiled from light
we covet small ponds that
hold small sky
then
Gloat at the last winter’s ice
a carved jagged sculpture with
perfect peek holes that
floats on the creek
runs from the plasma of
human waste~that
alters the sculpture forever
Naked banks of pale straw
reveal my festering
garbage dump
Copyright: Dianne Tchir
IN SEARCH OF STRENGTH
IN SEARCH OF STRENGTH
We dwell in a fat man’s box
built upon a human garbage dump
mortar echoes a screaming FREE-
WAY ~ promises a transformed wilderness
A winding vacuum of malignant time
fills with feverish strangers
the spirit of a loping deer
annihilated by a profit
A river meanders below the flat
poisoning- swallowing banks of earth
carving an abyss, filling with refuse
choking the essence of life
The search for strength begins
in the abyss
infested with human destruction
intentions get lost to the universe
that warns of the painful climb
copyright: Dianne Tchir
Friday, July 22, 2011
STRENGTH RISES OUT OF ASHES
STRENGTH RISES OUT OF ASHES
The rain has ceased for now
saturated fields flood and
tear-filled rivers cry~acid rain
Sunshine soothes my worn spirit
warming my traumatized body
transposing me to another place & time
rescuing me from hot smoky coals
that burn my eyes; arrest my breath
uncontrollable wildfire that storms
scorching my mind’s eye
All that i was is all that is gone
books and boxes- lost to me
except in my heart and memory
all that i am and can become
is held securely deep within me
Relics of saints, statue of Virgin
metal crucifix from Grandmother’s coffin
scapulas given by spirits past
Mother’s and Father’s urns- ashes
the holy rosary- beads of prayers
strung together
religious symbols I’ve carried a lifetime
And
OUR FATHER WHERE ART THOU
I tried to bargain with you Lord
praying with all the religious in my house
save it and rooms I promise to give
to those less fortunate than me
-2
BUT
All was consumed by Baptism of Fire
Images of family, friends and me
lost their places ~ now walls of ashes
My pet dove~ the symbol of Peace
Given by my son was cremated
My oldest granddaughter’s baby blonde locks
and the first tooth she lost
so many word strings and art by my babes and grandchildren
sacrificed to appease the Fire Demon
Treasures and gifts for my children and grandchildren
& so many gifts given to me
Liquefied, melted, forged forever together
Amongst the smouldering ashes
THE WINDMASTER TOOK YOU AWAY
FROM THE FLAMES
FROM ME
Now my heart aches to see, touch & know
What’s left of the man I treasure
Flesh hangs on to bone where muscle and strength
Used to be
A skeleton unable to walk side by side with me
And asks WHY?
Your gaunt face constricted
unable to smile
Dementia has taken its toll
you were moved three times
when the firestorm struck
and now
your pale blue eyes stare sharply
pleading for mercy , it seems
but
When I ask if you want to go home
-3
You squeeze my hand, crushing finger bones
once again I ask
how can I cheat death- your death ?
this god – my god
this time- our time
We have taken so much for granted
Breathing deeply as we walk through the forest
Smelling, tasting, chewing, swallowing
Thinking, speaking
Blinking, winking
Hugging, kissing, clapping
Wishing, hoping, dancing
Smiling and frowning.
Tears well up as you grimace
I know your feelings of sadness and pain
Please don’t leave- remain
Be gone death
We have lost all material things
You turn your head to hear magpies
To see the wind- fluttering the leaves
You hear voices you recognize
And now as you take your last
Deep breath into me
Your strength and knowing
Above all things- we have not lost
The people we cherish and
Your living Spirit will join Mother Nature
In healing the wounds of
Slave Lake’s Firestorm
Copyright: Dianne M. Tchir July 20,2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
MY EROS~my strength
In the misty mid region
i roam with my soul &
you EROS
my heart is volcanic
like the ocean gnashing against
ROCKS
wearing your sculpture down
Clock dials morning
shadows lift at the end of the path
and a crescent spews ether
sedating our tears
i lift my finger bid you
trust me
kiss me
don't turn to dust
change the doom of this reality
things get washed and reused
except deep scars
that discolour and taint
the tissues of life
Copyright: Dianne Tchir
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