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
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
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