Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday, March 19, 2012

Flying North (to fight evil)




Leaving to go on a journey
I put a feather in my hair
a gift from Hawk
two small braids for grounding

Coyote crosses my path
wild luck is on my side
Hawk flies low in front of me
welcoming the sky

Tailwind pushes me forward
Dancing Ladies sway in the wind

I wonder if I have brought the wind
By placing a feather in my hair

Raven speaks
“No, the wind came on its own
you belong to the wind like us”

Hawk hovered in stronger winds
“Let the wind hold you up like this”

Ahead a mountain rises from the earth
I climb, elevation increasing
today the wind comes from the southwest
I fly on the wings of spring
flowers will follow

Lands of juniper
lands of pine
sulfur, salt, snow and sky
I soar over the tallest peak
down
down
near the river of red rock
I land in the arms of life
drink the earth’s pure spring water
fully alive

Hawk is once again
watching over me
Raven flies
by my side





 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Images copywrite Desert Dreamer.

Friday, March 2, 2012

First Spring in the Sonoran Desert

Notice I said "first", that is because this is only the first wave of Spring flowers, more are on their way.

I went wandering in the desert not following any human path, but rather the path of wildlife and my own inner urgings.

Here is a view near the beginning of my wanderings.



Below is the first open Lupine flower I saw (Coulter's Lupine - Lupinus sparsiflorus). Now, a few weeks later, there are fields of Lupine, but this first view of an open flower is my favorite. Lupine is a poisonous plant, especially the seeds...I like knowing this kind of information. While I walked I snacked on wild greens...not including Lupine.



The next flower is a new one for me. I have seen the plants but never the flowers. I smelled them long before I saw any flowers. They smell sweet with a hint of a vanilla fragrance. Rose Bladderpod (Lesquirella purpurea) is a beautiful perennial flower, and now my favorite white wildflower. This plant is one of the many flowering mustards, and was so beautiful I couldn't get myself to taste the leaves, which I normally do when seeing mustard plants. I love the spicy taste of mustard leaves, but I only ate the more common mustards during my walk.
I let the mustard plants grow in my garden and eat lots of them, they taste delicious in soup or on a salad. Most people call them weeds and pull them up. I eat them instead, leaving the flowers to turn into seeds for next year's crop.



I love Penstemon flowers and always have a special place in my heart full of memories for Penstemons. This specific Penstemon is special because I rarely see them out in the desert. Usually I see Parry's Penstemon with pink flowers, but this time I found one small area full of Penstemon subulatus. A common name for this flower is Arizona Scarlet-bugler or Hackberry Beardtongue, but I call it by it's botanical name, as I do for all the Penstemons. This one is a hummingbird favorite and I have one growing in my garden but it isn't as beautiful as this. The background thorny Ocotillo makes this a perfect place to live for a Penstemon.



Desert Ferns are fascinating to me. I love finding them and hope someday to photograph all of them. Here is Spiny Cliff Brake (Pellaea truncata). Ferns are wonderful for cleaning polluted soil and air, this is why they make great houseplants. I wonder if I could grow a desert fern in my house...a wonderful idea that I thought of while typing this. Ferns absorb arsenic from the soil and are useful in healing toxic soil. Young fern fronds, called Fiddleheads (I love that name!) are edible, too. I suppose that one must be careful not to eat ferns that grow in toxic soil since they absorb heavy metals. I don't know if this specific fern is edible though. I think ferns are great for nutrition but should be eaten in small quantities due to their high mineral content. I'm hungry now...steamed Fiddleheads, mmmm, but not this one, must look for proper curled Fiddleheads.


The giants of the desert (Saguaro Cactus) always look great in a photograph...I like looking up at them best for photographs.

Another beautiful mustard flower that I saw in flower for the first time. I love the delicate little flower stem with white flowers that turn to purple as they fade. I didn't taste this mustard either, not common enough for tasting. Below is Stiffarm Rock Cress (Arabis perennans). I am hoping to go back and collect a few seeds to spread in my garden. Mustard seeds are tiny and most mustards make lots of seeds. I may at least go back and help the seeds find good places to grow, even if I don't bring any back to my garden.



When I arrived at the top of a hill, I looked back to the place where I live. My house is just out of view of this photo. It takes my breath away. I feel lucky to live here.


The clouds thickened as I walked, and all the Mexican Gold Poppies closed. I took a photo of one and found it inspirational.


Single gold Poppy
closing because of the clouds
Where is the sunshine?
~
The desert is covered with a green carpet right now, and the cactus spines shine like a cactus-aura when the sun is low in the sky. Almost everything has thorns of course.



I can't resist the Fairy Duster flowers, it is like a pure desert smile.



I enjoyed seeing these two Saguaro locked so closely in an embrace that they appear as one cactus. A reminder to embrace the beauty that we see around us, whatever that may be. These giant cactus are one of the best teachers here in the Sonoran Desert.



I saw a strange Barrel Cactus, with five tops, like a five headed monster. This means five times the cactus fruit, a feast for the birds. I saw signs of a cactus fruit feast all around this cactus. This one area is like an entire world. I felt myself fill with love for this place when I stood beside this thorny desert being.




Everywhere I go, I carry the desert with me...not just this perfect (to me) desert called the Sonoran Desert, but also my childhood desert, the Red Sandstone deserts in the north. Today, my head is full of flowers and thorns, it is a perfect combination.

Flowers and thorns, life is best when I have them both.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Break the Chains - A poem


Painting by Mike Worrall


















Break the Chains

On a pedestal
barefoot
captured in a maze
goddess sits with eyes closed
deep healing sounds of the cello soar
nature lies beyond this entrapment

lost in the turnings
trapped souls lost
search for meaning

she sings
listen

in the song are secrets
needed for escape
from these boundaries

hear her song
liberation
freedom
breaking civilization's chains


Copywrite DesertDreamer

Monday, December 19, 2011

This is My Planet Too - A Poem


An image I created based on a photo of my shadow.




















This is My Planet Too
Poem based on an Interview with Derrick Jensen.


Impending collapse
car culture running out of oil
nowhere to retreat
living in an abstract society
few have real life skills
are we doomed?

Collective denial
environmental crisis
on the news we hear instead
latest fashion
celebrity gossip
corporations control the planet
and you want to talk about sports?

Culture based on destroying the land
culture based on using up non renewable resources
culture based on a lie
the earth is a finite place
a life based on infinite resources cannot last
and you sit here watching a "reality" show
did you learn about reality?

The system is rigged against those who love the land
against those who care about future life
when environmentalists use an existing law to stop the destruction
the laws are changed by those in power
what meaning are laws if they are changed when convenient?

we live in a destructive culture
we live in a blind culture
to quiet us they feed us bright green lies
telling us solar panels and windmills
will bring relief to the environmental crisis
Did you see the open pit mine?

We will need more of those pits in order to build the structures
blow up all the mountains to sake your thirst for power
is that better than a polluted sky?
do you like the world better without its surface beauty?
do you like the taste of contaminated water?

If you lived on your own planet I wouldn't care
but this is my planet, too
there are trees, bees, butterflies
flowers, birds, elephants
do all the living things need to sacrifice their home
so you can turn on your lights?

We have to stop killing the planet
We have to find another way to live
or we won't be living at all.



Copyright Desert Dreamer

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Earth Maiden - A Poem

 Image based on the Norse mythical eight legged horse named Sleipnir.
















Giant earth maiden
black hair twisted into braids
rusty double-edged sword
her skill unsurpassed

When she rode on the back of
an unusual eight legged steed *
we heard melodic thunder
saw clouds of a purple hue

when she ends her long ride
rain falls from a brilliant blue sky
clouds dance with a life of their own
accepting her natural ability
her art a mirror of the world

I have a sincere feeling
her technique of calling down the rain
is not appreciated

Twisted judgment
name her sorceress and witch in private
fake withering society
label our experience
trite Lilliputian hallucination
offer drugs to end enlightened visions

I saw a perceptive lavender sky
wistfully saying goodbye
axiomatic in her presence
she brings the rain

I see her lopsided smile
as she greets two ravens
who flap their wings overhead
uttering gnomic pronouncements
words that communicate disaster
With her departure
the land will become dry
no longer will we see
her unprompted show of strength
abstract dance of thunder and rain

I heard people jeering
mocking her style
incomprehensibilities of modern society
flipping coins instead of admiring reality
designing unending throwaway products
creating gadgets with flip-flop technology
thoughtlessly glib
spouting insults
to those who live in balance with nature
calling them fallacious and evil

With forbearance
she rides away



© 2011 Desert Dreamer

Monday, July 25, 2011

Heart of the Earth



Heart of the tortoise
caged breath
the earth still breathes




© 2011 Desert Dreamer

Monday, June 20, 2011

Closed My Eyes to See - a poem

At sunrise
closed my eyes to see
the world of sound
Cardinal calls out "Ether Ether"
blue water appears
ripples
expands
swirls
becomes a tree of many branches
ancient bark patterns moving
"Ether Ether"
again, the rippling waters
this time condensing into a face
I see eyes staring back at me
ancient face
eyes full of wisdom
"Ether Ether"
blue waters
a single eye approaches
engulfs
surrounds
darkness
I open my eyes


At the setting of the sun
I reach out
touch the leaves
smell earthy scents
hear quiet voices
plants speak quickly
words flashing by
so many expressions
noise buzzing
like children
crying out to be heard
speaking faster and faster
louder and louder
I get dizzy


At night
open eyes to hear
stars speak
whispers
secrets spoken slowly
long drawn out syllables
humming
sacred sound
"ohm"
universe sings
when I look at the stars







Art - Hand representing connection to the world #2


© 2011 Desert Dreamer

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Blue Goddess - a poem and a drawing


A poem and a drawing I made:



Blue goddess of healing
men for plants
of a breath
I show
to goddess
dreams
hand cedar
the sacred bodies
and you remember


Sketch - Hand reveals connections to the world




Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Emerging Ripples

An artwork/poetry combination I created...

Art and poetry combined - Tree reflection on water

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Soul Dancer

Two Queen butterflies

Death arrived unannounced
I offered him my soul

I wandered
Throughout the land
In a field of wildflowers
I heard a whisper
“Your soul will be scattered like pollen”
A rusty red butterfly appeared singing praises
To the bringer of souls
The source of all flowers

I followed the blazing Queen
To a blossom emanating hues of a glorious sunset
Inside the fiery depths I recognized myself
I ran from flower to flower
In each open bloom
I found fragments of my surrendered soul

Intoxicated by beauty
I Abandoned these lost bits of soul
Mine no longer
I embraced everything

That which I call my self
Seemed to expand and grow
Reaching beyond the customary boundaries of the flesh
The border separating me from nature dissolved
I consist of everything the world consists of

My departed soul had revealed itself
Bits of my soul danced in the form of butterflies
On the wings of a Gulf Fritillary a dream was born
My whole being responded with joy
My mood was expressed as a bright blue sky

I looked to the heavens
Gazed into myself
Saw my soul everywhere
A spellbound dreamer awakens



© 2010 Desert Dreamer

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Becoming Human - A Poem

I am not the woman
You see standing here.

I am the woman with wild hair
Dancing with souls
Of forgotten flowers.

I am completely human
Alive, real and wild
No longer tamed
Isolated
Domesticated
Or restrained.

I am free
Belonging only to the
Garden of the earth.

To look in my eyes
Is to face your self.

I am the sunshine
Touching your bare skin.

     © 2010 Desert Dreamer

                          Tucson Mountains sunset view