This collection of 27 poems reflects on the power of nature, the continuing influence of history, and an eclectic mix of topics -- from Jack Kerouac, to the true nature of mermaids, to the tragic story of La Malinche and Cortez. These poems capture impressions and observations on spirituality, love and death, in ways personal and universal. Illustrated by author.
Mermaid Reflections: A Small Collection of Poems
List of Poems:
- You smile in the morning . . .
- I Come to You with an Empty Keychain . . .
- A Jolly Round of Crumpets . . .
- A Guardian Dragon . . .
- Cross Over the Bridge . . .
- Folding Cranes . . .
- One Night the Mountain Shifted . . .
- Lots of People See Eagles . . .
- Visiting Diego . . .
- For Jack Kerouac’s Birthday, March 12 . . .
- A Poem of Healing . . .
- October Weather Report . . .
- What Do Mermaids Eat? . . .
- Ars Poetica, A Work in Progress . . .
- Genesis 1 . . .
- Lo Siento, I’m Remembering . . .
- A La Malinche/To Dona Marina . . .
- Channels . . .
- Rumi: A Garden Poem for Frog and Mouse . . .
- Road Song #1 . . .
- Coastal Highway Poem . . .
- Winter Walk . . .
- Office Meditation . . .
- Thinking of Body. . .
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October Weather Report
Early Tuesday morning,
clumps of clouds
hang low over the valley
as if they had fallen -- like stars,
like dreams too close to the earth.
On Wednesday, gray dimples fill the sky,
flecks of light at the horizon hint at the sun,
while trees shiver yellow.
Thursday, brilliant sun blinks and twins to moon,
traceries of cloud alternately hide and reveal the sun.
Wispy gray streamers drift, filling up the sky.
Pale yellow bands light the edge of the world,
now yellow, gray and blue,
layered in morning harmony.
On Friday, what a curious mix of sky and dark cloud,
as if yesterday's god, Thor, Norse god of Thunder,
slumbered amid rumpled gray clouds along the horizon,
ignoring that one bolt of bright sun above,
dreaming of what giants, what wild nights,
lost in the morning,
as rain smudges the line of hills
where earth meets sky.