It was sad to watch; your
Wild life ether
Tame; there on highway.
Eight points knocked off
Soft; fur like my dog.
A moment like that
Cold hand
Dark eyed lesson;
Slow down.
Listen;
Is your life rushing on
In webs of thought
Slushy pasts
What if futures?
Be on the road; awake
As roads are shared
With those
Who do not see
Our armored rush.
Did you know life had value?
Yours and mine.
And also those who
Run and dream on
Paws and
Wings and
Hooves.
~abigler 2013
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Monday, December 2, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Good Writer
She makes me angry.
Who can cut an edge finer than that?
Every word; my visceral heaven,
I eat them raw, to the hilt.
Who puts poems on screens anyway?
A digital mist; pixelated lake.
She lays hers on thick, linen sheets,
I press them like wax under flame, and she's
Possessed me.
She knows she burns;
The nightmares, the sacred.
I'll come back, crawling and spent.
The strike of the pen,
The creak of my heart.
Every page drowns me,
Her ink dredged revenge.
~abigler2013
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Who can cut an edge finer than that?
Every word; my visceral heaven,
I eat them raw, to the hilt.
Who puts poems on screens anyway?
A digital mist; pixelated lake.
She lays hers on thick, linen sheets,
I press them like wax under flame, and she's
Possessed me.
She knows she burns;
The nightmares, the sacred.
I'll come back, crawling and spent.
The strike of the pen,
The creak of my heart.
Every page drowns me,
Her ink dredged revenge.
~abigler2013
photo credit: Roger Smith via photopin cc
Sunday, September 8, 2013
spirit
Saturday, August 10, 2013
18 Summers (for Audrey)
There have been 18 lovely summers
Think of all the beaches where you walked
And how the sand tucks between toes
The salt air scent
The world can make you new
In any moment
Wake and spread your fingers
Towards the sun
Just start again
That is the trick
To keep on moving
May the path unfold before you
Clear and shining
Like your heart
May you feel her sworn protection
Nourished roots, the warming wind
Her gentle peace among the waves and rain
May your breath carry you through
Along with your clear vision
and your heart and light and strength
May purest love surround you
A centered, fluid flame
Inside and out
May you laugh and smile and dance
May you take the time for peace
and brilliant dreams
May you speak all of your truths
And sing your songs
May you let yourself be seen
For all your light
May you love and be loved back
In balance and in care
The treasures of the spirit
Shining through
There have been 18 lovely summers
Or beats of the world heart
Or years of the great earth
Where we've been blessed
Today you start again
Another turn towards the sun
That life heart dance
~ abigler2013
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Think of all the beaches where you walked
And how the sand tucks between toes
The salt air scent
The world can make you new
In any moment
Wake and spread your fingers
Towards the sun
Just start again
That is the trick
To keep on moving
May the path unfold before you
Clear and shining
Like your heart
May you feel her sworn protection
Nourished roots, the warming wind
Her gentle peace among the waves and rain
May your breath carry you through
Along with your clear vision
and your heart and light and strength
May purest love surround you
A centered, fluid flame
Inside and out
May you laugh and smile and dance
May you take the time for peace
and brilliant dreams
May you speak all of your truths
And sing your songs
May you let yourself be seen
For all your light
May you love and be loved back
In balance and in care
The treasures of the spirit
Shining through
There have been 18 lovely summers
Or beats of the world heart
Or years of the great earth
Where we've been blessed
Today you start again
Another turn towards the sun
That life heart dance
~ abigler2013
photo credit: ashley rose, via photopin cc
Monday, July 22, 2013
Lucid
If she could think herself sane
She would follow god maps
To clean, tempered planes
Even-keeled, deepening rests.
She'd soften her mind
On grass-fed rains
Her feet pressed
In long settled earth.
Maybe there is a way.
Sometimes the paint
Sticks to her skin
Long after the brush
Pushes in.
Perhaps she drenched herself
There in the flecks
Where she can be colors
And rays.
And you wonder how
She imagined
How she swept through
The taut pain.
If she could breath out
Through the frame
She would sing
And you would believe
She was sane.
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She would follow god maps
To clean, tempered planes
Even-keeled, deepening rests.
She'd soften her mind
On grass-fed rains
Her feet pressed
In long settled earth.
Maybe there is a way.
Sometimes the paint
Sticks to her skin
Long after the brush
Pushes in.
Perhaps she drenched herself
There in the flecks
Where she can be colors
And rays.
And you wonder how
She imagined
How she swept through
The taut pain.
If she could breath out
Through the frame
She would sing
And you would believe
She was sane.
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Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Freedom
What were their words
When they left the king?
Life
Liberty
Happiness pursuits
Sometimes we forget
This intention
Of light
I know they forgot
Half the nation
at least
But insert yourself
into the meaning
You deserve
Freedom
Equality
Rights
Your crown is yourself
Now be free
~abigler 2013
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When they left the king?
Life
Liberty
Happiness pursuits
Sometimes we forget
This intention
Of light
I know they forgot
Half the nation
at least
But insert yourself
into the meaning
You deserve
Freedom
Equality
Rights
Your crown is yourself
Now be free
~abigler 2013
photo credit: fiddle oak via photopin cc
Thursday, June 13, 2013
her dream
Writing her dreams
I follow her in.
She craves the old path
Coyote, crow, fox.
The tricksters are at it
Again.
~abigler 2013
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I follow her in.
She craves the old path
Coyote, crow, fox.
The tricksters are at it
Again.
~abigler 2013
photo credit: h.koppdelaney via photopin cc
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