Devotional Poetry

19 More Epiphanies

1
The Interconnection of Life

Smoke from the San Diego forest fires
hide the Muddy Mountains
and irritate Las Vegas throats,
as flames burn
the lungs of Earth.

2
In the pursuit of Self-Knowledge

To achieve my personal view of reality,
I walk barefoot
across the silvers of my idle fancies,
dive naked
into the acid of my fears,
and amputate the limbs
of my vain imaginings.

3
The Scent of Smoke

Permeating the air,
the scent of smoke penetrates
both clothes and hair
leaving soot trails across
both mind and soul.

4
Reading Edna St Vincent Millay's
Counting-Out Rhyme

I feel a breeze flow
through the forest of life;
I feel it pass from tree to tree,
from limb to limb,
and from leaf to leaf
carrying with it
birdsong and laughter.

5
Smoke Remnants

Sun shining
through smoke remnants
burns its displeasure into my soul.

6
Reading
Dorianne Laux's Fear

I feel hopeless
terror crawling up my spine;
the background radiation of existence
curdles my blood;
fear--
the universal unknown--
becomes known
in subtle concrete ways
that raise the hair on the nape of my neck.

7
Air Quality Alert I

A gray shroud transmutes
the black silk night into charcoal cotton
that smothers the light of distant stars.

8
Reading
That's Entertainment

I hear my soul's desolate echoes,
reverberating through city streets,
attempting to pass time's lonely boredom
in pursuit of hope's lost desire.

9
Air Quality Alert II

A gray veil transforms
the blue morning
into ash.

10
Reading
Ian Haight's
Feather Bones of Wax Part I

I feel a cold wind blow
across my soul;
I hear the wail of the dispossessed,
of young girls used
to sate men's hunger.

11
Ruby Blossomed Cactus Bloom

Red flowers and red dew
reflecting the dawn:
remind me of the Babis
shedding their blood for their faith.

12
The Morning

How beautiful the morning,
with white clouds up above,
with commuters going eastward,
to meet their rising love.

13
Send Praise Around the World

Send praise around the world,
intone one of God's names,
amd raise your voice in gratitude
to the Glory of God.

b}14
My Mother Told Me

My mother told me that silence was golden,
She was talking about the chaos we caused,
when we opened to toy box and played with our dollies,
not when we saw injustice or hate.

15
Someone Asked Me A Question

Someone asked me a question,
a very unusual question,
an extremely interesting question
that I had asked myself all my life
and it gave me pause to think.

16
December Memories

December is the month of memories,
the month of reviewing yesterday's joys,
the month of reliving yesterday's folios,
The month of the aged and the dead and the end.

17
Are We All Crazy?

Yes,
we are all crazy
completely and utterly insane:
That, of course, could just be a momentary opinion.

18
Hunter Gatherer

I am a hunter gatherer,
I go outside of my cave
to find the food to feed
the body,
the mind,
and the soul
of my muse.

19
Commas and Llamas
& Grammar and Hammers

Llamas rhyme with commas,
But llamas don't use commas.

Grammar rhymes with hammer,
But hammers don't use grammar.

Poet's Note: ▼

These poems were written over several years as a results of meditation on events and happenings in my life.