The Wind

I saw you at the window

For a moment flashing by

As you swept across the night sky

On your way to meet the moon

As you rode your hair shown silver

And your cloak flew wild behind,

Your horse was dark as midnight

As it galloped neath the gloom,

And on toward the sunrise

Without waiting for reply

From the messenger sent to you

With a golden yellow star

You traveled on till daybreak

I lost you in the sun

Now I must wait till eventide

To signal you to come

And meet your fellow traveler

Who rides from age to age

And wishes to accompany you

On Faerie escapades.

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Full Moon Rising

Full moon rising

Right in sight

Through the wispy clouds and fog

Speaks to owls

And bats in flight

Of the wisdom of the night

Full moon wisdom

Light in sight

Through the visions of the dream

Speaks to me

Of truth's delight

On my journey in the night

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

The Faerie's Ball

Come dance with me

And we'll be free

Don't be afraid of the fall

I've lit the way

To the forest glade

Follow along, it's not far

Come let us spin

Our weaver's tales

And laugh into the night

The midnight mists

Will hide our view

Till we are out of sight

Come let us play

Along the way

The path is deep and wide

Most certainly

Say you'll come with me

To the Faerie's Ball tonight

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Faerie's Dance

Slowly, softly, tiptoe now

Through the grasses tall and blowing,

Whispering to call you, now

Careful to watch where you're going.

As in silence you draw near,

In the clearing's moonlight glowing,

Tiny moonbeams shimmer where

The aged willow tree is bowing.

There as soon as you appear,

You see beside the river flowing,

Faeries dance, then disappear

Quickly, lest you spy their going.

Just as soon they reappear,

Laughter twinkling, eyes full knowing

Of the game they love to play

When a stranger comes unknowing,

To their circle, night or day

A mystery's delight in showing,

Just enough to spin one's head.

Until they tire of games of ploying,

And slowly slip then off to bed.

Faerie Sojourner

©04/18/02

A Yellow Rose

I walked up to the garden gate and peered into the fold,

Of calendulas, daffodils, and sunny marigolds.

I gently pushed the bar aside and tiptoed in to see

If artemesias, phlox and such would come and play with me.

I spied a yellow rose in bloom, and fragrant with perfume,

She opened full, her petals trailed, her bridal veil in June.

As I passed by I heard a voice and turned to hear her say,

"Please set me free from this hard ground, I'll dance with you today.

"If you'll but stand upon your head and whistle for a while,

"You'll bring to earth the flower queen of yonder fairy isle.

"For it's fairies that will set me free of earthly roots," she told,

"That I might whirl and fly and sing the airy songs of old."

She sounded so convincing that I rolled head first a mound,

And did my best to whistle, as to set her off the ground.

Imagine my surprise then, when as soon as I was done,

I saw my hands as rootlets turned and to the earth was flung.

No dance or song I heard nor saw, but ploy so shrewd and bold,

To coyly trap my heart and free herself from earth so cold.

Now I have naught but hope that one yet more a fool than I,

Will one day walk to garden gate and peer at roses nigh.

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Eons

Powerful forces
Forcefully claimed
Eons of decadence
Shamefully gained
Crushing all enemies
Without the reign
Cruel reinforcements
Breakdown and maim

Rigid entanglements
Severing thighs
Slashing the topmost
Of heavenly ties
Bleeding intangibles
Heartily slain
Proven superior
Profiting pain

Rebels evolving
In numerous spots
Grating on slates
Driving out toxic plots
Motif in innocence
Merciful hate
Shoveled integrities
Broiling insaite

Furious weathering
Storms at the gate
Tyrannical hypocrites
Rush to relate
Volumes of ordinances
Dictatorial plate
Vomiting dog-eared cards
Proving ingrate

Gathering clouds
Blacken skies overhead
Frightening selfish thoughts
Chosen in stead
Silvered redeemers
On golden steeds ride
Clash armors violently
Pushing back tide

Present day strategy
Peasants to bore
Grief stricken from the books
Hollow aged lore
Bloodlet from infancy
Stricken from flame
Rescued from sacrifice
Risen from shame

Tyrannies swallowed
Secrets well kept
Silently brokenness
Purities swept
Meekly inspiring
Strength in duress
Smilingly generous
Fervently press

Diligent fortresses
Skillfully made
Built on foundations
Incorruptibly laid
Slowly innumerably
Followed by one
Each rebel factor
Increasing in tongue

Forces of evil
In foolishness named
Fall into irrepair
Convenience is blamed
Conventions of terrors
Inventions in chains
Empowering innocence
Womyn now reigns

Artwumyn

©2002

What If...A Nightmare at 4:30 A.M.

What if you woke up one morning

and the sky was red

instead of blue?

The trees were gone, the grass

was white and all the flowers

stared at you?

What if you opened your door

to go outside and get the morning

paper, like you always do,

only there was no outside

your door

and no paper any more?

What if you turned on the TV to find out

what happened to your view,

And all the programs were talking

about you?

What would you do?

If you could do nothing about it

because you had no voice,

because you had no mouth,

And no sight, because you had no eyes

And no sound, because you had no ears

And no smell, because you had no nose

And no touch, because you had no body

Would it bother you?

Or would you just go back to bed?

What if your worst nightmare,

wasn't yet?

What if you died,

but weren't dead?

What if you didn't go to heaven

when you died,

or to hell,

but somewhere else?

What if every thought you had

ran down the pages of the telephone book

and smeared all the numbers so you couldn't

find anything fast anymore?

And then you forgot what that thought was?

What if the internet was reality,

and you weren't Tron

What if new research finally proved,

once and for all,

that eating

was the true cause of all sickness

and all death?

What if reality was finite and you found out

you were infinite

and infinite meant you would forever be

in error?

And no one cared anyway?

What if no one could ever ask inane questions

again because reality demanded absolute

obedience to the laws of Ohm?

And you didn't remember what Ohm was?

What if science fiction wasn't

And science fact wasn't

And evolution didn't

And creation never

And your mother and father truly loved you?

How would you explain your schisms?

If there were no therapists, no Freud, no Jung, no psychiatrists, because no one was crazy,

except you?

What if everyone took you seriously

when you were angry

and shot you on sight

for the things you said?

Would you be sorry for being dead?

What if every unkind thing you have ever done

was done to you

in one day

on your birthday?

Would that make you feel sad?

Or glad?

Or would you care?

Or would you just go back to bed?

At least you can sleep.

What if...

Artwumyn

©2002

Culinary Masterpiece

smooth black serving dish on
nubby turquoise linen
long graceful fingers slide
steaming breasts of
exquisite culinary artistry onto
centre stage
rustling of verdant parslied curtains
brushed aside by
mounding attaches in parade dress
sienna's drizzling from the height of fancy

slight tinkling ring of expensive wine glasses
poured and filled with clearly delicate eau-de-vie
ringing of one urgent moment's opportunity
nervous footsteps hurrying to join destined voices

gently smiling faces ripple on clear blue waters of
smoothly flowing rivers with
softest beds of grasses lining all the banks

rising celsius temperatures vibrate earthy drawn emotions as
steamy veiled intentions rise from polite conversations like
undulating rhythms from glimmering mirages in desert regions
of the heart

murmured sounds of gracefulness mix with ringing, clinking, tinkling
and softly muffled musicality's of jovial trivialities in
flavored savored waltzes of mutual admiralities

tick of time in ticking clocking orders down from deep night tocking
reminiscent of the docking of a rowboat on the grasses flocking to
the banks of rivers shocking with the forward knocking of the boat
to shore

scraping chairs in unisemble, shuffling footsteps to
assemble by the orifice through which fate of late had
opportuned

long slow good-byes and fond agreement of an interest in
retrievement of the essence of the evening's thrilled momentus of
achievement amid the closing of the door

then a sigh, a slightened shutter as the feeling of the flutter of the
heartbeat as enchantment floats about the room
slowly, eyes closed in enhancement, dancing to the scene's
romance lent effervescent coalescing attitude
remembrance of a lowered eye glance, touching hand upon a hand
dance, thoughts revealed in talk aside chance

a windowed gaze upon the moon

Flowtrvlr

©2002

Boundaries

Boundaries, like fences -- keep out or keep in

No trespassing this marker, or transference within

No No No NO NO -- reads the sign on the gate

Boundaries, like fences -- are not meant to tempt fate

Inside is protected and safe for one's own

Outside are outlaws who seek for one's gold

Inside are one's treasures -- love, wisdom and trust,

Esteem, joy, and memories -- be they diamonds or rust

Outside are provokers and ill-gotten gains,

Thieves, rustlers, and liars on runaway trains

Boundaries, like fences need strong reinforcement

When used to defend the prized brood mares, and horses

Boundaries, like fences need watchers and guardians

When rustlers and thieves come to holes meant for watering

All the prized treasures and gifts of the owners of

Boundaries

Boundaries, like fences need mending when breached

And wear down more quickly as assaults do repeat

Boundaries, like fences can stand just so long

When left unattended, their gates left unarmed

And gates left unarmed around boundaries, like fences

Without posts and cross beams, are useless defenses

When used to defend all the useless endeavors

Of those who are used to befriending the fair-weather

Friends of the careless, the thoughtless, whatever's

Of those who make poor use of all their great treasures

And boundaries

Heads up

~~~~~~~flow~~~~~~

Flowtrvlr

©2002

She Collects Broken Hearts

She collects broken hearts

Like seashells and autographs

Stuffs them in drawers filled with

Knickknacks and photographs

Tucked next to letters from lovers

Tied up in bright

Ribbons that trail along

Never quite giving them up

A thread carries on

Till the next one comes in

(Barely pausing for breath

Between kisses)

She never gives in

To the death of one

Leaving them strewn

All around her parameters

Mixing them in with her

Present day paramours

Filling her life to the brim

With these amateurs

Keeping forever her part

Of the life of them

Hidden from sight

Yet still anchored

Inside of her

Fitful, in fevered daze,

They toil on

In spite of her

Wearing away all resistance

The sight of her

Diligent efforts at keeping

Escape at bay

(Let's them reveal her true nature)

Leaving her battle-torn

Weary from keeping them

Prisoner, she's wearing thin

Still she refuses them

Never will let them go

Though they wreck havoc

In her empty shell of a soul

She's a winner in her own

Perverted sick mind

Of a lovely game

Holding on to these

Lost pieces of fame

That once beat

For her only

Now lost in time

They relentlessly turn in graves

She now makes her home in this hell

(Her collection of old broken hearts)

Flowtrvlr

©2003/2010

Over and Done

How do you know when it's over and done

When over is over and over is done

When wrong can't be righted and over can't be come

When something is empty and all's come undone

No whisper, no silence can speak to my ear

No voices, no calling, no words I can hear

There's simply no way to retrieve what I fear

Is over and over is way overdone

So I'll leave without saying good-bye now, my dear

Like you left me forever long ago as I'd feared

On my heart is your imprint, all faded with tears

But I'll heal in good time, now I'm done

You reached out and grabbed me, pulling me in

With fervor and fever and love talk pretend

Only I didn't know you were fooling, my friend

Now I do, now it's over, I'm done

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever learn well

Or just keep on believing in my own fairy tales

Of how good love would be if it isn't to fail

I don't know, I just know that I'm over and done

So read the fine print and find I'm shipping out

Off to life as before you and without a doubt

I'll be better off lonely than I was with the drought

From waiting for you, now you're over and I'm done

Flowtrvlr

©2003

Complex Modulations

Complex modulations

Innovative incantations

Irresistible gyrations

In notated figurations

Manipulation in formation

As I stand in contemplation

Wondering at the revelation

Of my former slight relation

ship

now

I get it

why I couldn't sing the tune

Flowtrvlr

©2002

Worrisome Things

Worrisome things bother my mind

Troublesome tumblings trying to find

A weaseling, slithering, sneak hole within

To set up an outpost in hopes they will win

And sabotage once again my right to be

Peaceful, encouraged, hopeful and free

With trembling insides I venture forth

Slowly, in tentative steps, a new course

Of broadened horizons stretching my mind

Bringing along my spirit in kind

Showing my heart a new path to walk

In faith that things longed for are more than just talk

I gather my resources honed throughout life

And sharpen my senses for things that devise

I lift up my prayers unto God for the grace

To lovingly temper my fears with the faith

That all that can be will unfold with a plan

As I meditate and do all that I can

To honestly, lovingly, kindly ensure

That I bring to the table fruits that are pure

Cleansed from all pettiness and uncaring schemes

Leaving only the truest of heart's finest dreams

That therein the harvest when feasting's begun

Will nourish and fill kindred souls with it's love

Artwumyn

©2002

Foundationally Speaking

Foundationally speaking

Fundamentally tweaking

Intentionally seeking

To turn a head or two

Irascibly leading

Irrationally pleading

Fastidiously needing

To follow every clue

Felicitously feeling

Figuratively revealing

Innocuously appealing

To counteract the view

Irrepressibly sowing

Innumerably growing

Superfluously knowing

To supplicate the few

Artwumyn

©2002

Deep Thoughts Haiku

Time is Endless, Fleeting

Time is endless and

Fleeting but nevertheless

Time is on our side

In Darkness I Wait

In darkness I wait

Timing each sound's rhythmic beat

Imagining sight

In a Looking-Glass

In a looking-glass

All the images appear

Closer than they seem

Intuit

Intuition is

Seeing from the inside out

The feeling within

Quiet Thoughts

Quiet thoughts settle

Deeply in pools of nature

While minds ponder life

Wisdom Seldom Speaks

Wisdom seldom speaks

Without a lesson given

As an offering

Artwumyn

©2002

Fool's Gold

You won't never fin' no precious ore

Way yur pannin' in this stream

Yur a bigger fool than any tha' I seen

You keep thinkin' that by settlin' down

An' sloshing grit and silt

You'll be richer than beyon' yur wildest dreams

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

The longer you keep pannin' in this stream

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

She took yur heart an' left behind her dream

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

An' fool's gold t'ain't seem nuthin' new t'me

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

An' fool's gold ain't done nuthin' good fer me

You always was a foolish girl

Dream'd half yur life away

Wantin' things you know tha' you cain't have

Don't you know when you been beaten

Cain't you ever say 'enuf

Fool who thought tha' love was true this time

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

Cain't you see tha' yur jes' wastin' time

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

G'wan back home now'n get her of't yur mind

If I tol' you once, I tol' you twice

Don't never cross tha' bridge

It's too fer gon' and swayin' to beat th' band

It'll only lead t'a broken heart, 'n you'll come cryin' home

'n I ain't got the time it takes to mend

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

'n fool's gold t'ain't seem'd any good t'me

Nuthin' but fool's gold

She'll likely blow yur mind

Firs' chance she gets she'll only leave again

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

The longer you keep pannin' in this stream

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'time to change yur mind

She took yur heart 'n left behind her dream

...took yur heart 'n left behind her dream

She took yur heart 'n left be-hi--i--nn--nd her--er dream.........................

a luv song o' sorts...........

Flowtrvlr

©2002

Win a Trip to the Bahamas

Win a trip to the Bahamas

Ski the alpine wilderness

Bask in sunny Acapulco

Surf in tandem with the best

Ride the cable cars careening

Climb the stairway to the Stars

Take a cruise around the Islands

See the plays and hit the bars

Lose and win it all in Reno

Then go swimming in the Lake

Pan for gold near old Ft. Sutter

Save your findings for old age

Hike the Peak and walk the Surface

Camp the Pleiades with her

Gaze at summer constellations

Through the eyes of Griffith's birds

Poke around the ancient Boardwalk

But don't Monopolize your name

With too many Revolutions

Round the Gettysburg address

When in fall you find in Providence

The perfect foil for your old dame

Just be sure she leaves her luggage

For the baggage slows the game

Then when winter comes in sleeting

And you're sitting by the fire

Snuggling up close with your sweetie

You will know why you're so tired

;-)

Flowtrvlr

©2002

The Doorway

Standing in a doorway
One can see both sides,
But not fully

It takes a step either way
To enter a room,
Or to exit another

Standing in a doorway
It may be easy to imagine
What is not really there

It takes a step either way
To find the reality
Of one's decision

But sometimes one has to
Fully enter a room
Before it's beauty can be seen

Sometimes one has to
Cross a room before
Another doorway can be seen

And sometimes another doorway leads
To a room one has been seeking
When standing in a doorway

Artwumyn

©2002

When Deep Comes to Surface

Deep in the ocean where the light never shines
Colder than winter and the pressure is high

Deep under mountains far beneath any mines
Hotter than Hades and the pressure is high

Deep into space where the wind never blows
No place for breathing and the pressure is high

Deep into loneliness where love never flows
Devoid of feelings and the pressure is high

Deep in the mind where the madness grows
Filled with confusion and the pressure is high


Deep into pressure cracks appear in the lines
Come to the surface before it gets too high
Deep comes to surface when it gets too high
Cold cracks the surface
Heat melts the surface
Space haunts the surface
Loss dulls the surface
Deep lack of surface breaks the lines in the mind

Come to the surface, the pressure's much too high
Come to the surface where the water is fine
Come to the surface where the earth is kind
Come to the surface where sunlight shines
Come to the surface, put your hand in mine


and let love flow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Artwumyn

©2002

Easy

Easy

like winter white crystalline water

trickling down over granite rocks

in rivulets falling head over heels

to ice-covered rivers with snowy banks

it flows

Easy

like warm bluegreen waters

lapping at lazy gray posts of

weather-beaten sagging piers

leading to soft white sandy beaches

of quiet Caribbean Islands

in the off-season

just relaxing

Easy

like walking slowly on a tree-lined path

on a Monday morning in a city park

with only pigeons and ducks from the

pond for company and daydreaming of

summer in the springtime

so smooth

Easy

like lying on clean sheets and puffy pillows

on a cool fall Sunday morning with half a cup

of coffee or tea, a half finished newspaper and

a contented pet curled up at your feet, talking

on the phone to your dearest friend about

nothing at all and everything that counts

so comfortable

Easy

like peace in winter

joy in springtime

hope in summer

thankfulness in fall

like grateful hearts

faithful friends

loving families

so right

as it should be

so easy

just be

easy

~~~~~~let it flow~~~~~~~~

Flowtrvlr

©2002