Tag: Renewal

Soil – A Poetic Notion

Death is my Religion Death is my sacred Mother Death is the vehicle by which my soul traverses the heavens She is no macabre fancy But a perfumed blossom When I was a boy I dreamed of a rotting woman in an upper room…

Eyes on the East (Poem)

O you voices of wonder…. Pour out your splendour ! All through the hills… O sweet and tender! Reedy and ready… How the wind fills! Various yet steady… Eyes on the East! Shine stars o shine… From greatest to least! All down the line……