Poems Come From A Deeper Me

There is a me that dreams, inhabiting another place whose door is within. This is the one who sings out words, her knowledge is true, and she sends up wishes like butterflies, giving direction to the chase. Who is the one chasing the butterflies that Mother Earth brings? I will store some words here, pinned to the cork of this page.

Woodcutter’s daughter

Wow! Whee!

See the swing up!

See the swing down!

chop, chop, chop, chop,

Stop. Listen. See the chop….

Swing Up! There he is!

Fire and flame

His hair is red in the sun

I see dancing, a game

Swing Up! Swing Down.

I hear the rhythm of his chop,

I see the moment

the ax drops.

Still and quiet I stop

See the sound?

I Hear him swing up,

I see the rhythm of the chop

See the space for me to dance

I leap into the

Swing up, I twirl into space

When the ax comes down,

“Christ! Get her out of here!!!”

He is tumbling down, ax on the ground

I didn’t see the danger,

I saw the dance.

Martha’s Song

Soldier boy run along to heaven,

Soldier boys run along on your way

Mother’s song, leads you on, t’ward heaven

Mother’s song, leads you on, far away

This mother’s song is strong, today,

leading you on, on, on, your way.

Soldier boys, running along towards heaven

Soldier boys, be strong on your way,

 Your mother’s song, song, song t’ward heaven,

Carries along, long, long, a-way