bud

bud

I hover quick
dip my beak
deep in pollen
inhale gold

Mobius strip
twists its curve
flows on and on
forever

Nectar on tongue
sugar on throat
take off to land
on pistil

earth air water
fire flame flower

seed root leaf eye
mouth to soul

Jeanne in the mountains
4-7-21

earth day

give me your tired seeds

sunshine, water, and air, they need…

verdant food they’ll breed!

The Five Sacred Rings

the ring of fire

the ring of earth

the ring of air

the ring of water

the ring of crystals

the path to electromagnetic energy and healing with  medical intuition.

(for a lecture by Dr Norm Shealy, go to U-Tube and search for the 24 minute video)

Water

Water me
Swim me
Tip your toe
Slurp your tongue.

Freeze me
Throw me
Catch me
Puddle me.

Float me
Dive me
Ponder me
Respect me.

Jeanne Poland
June, 2016

Leaving the Motherland

bee comes along…picks up the pollen…

bee alights
pollen sticks
seed blows
roots
buds

you’ve left mother:
found soil.

air, water, fire, earth:
elementary.

Earth Song

Between the waters abides the earth…

Earth Song

They call me sod
loam, dirt
clay, turf, dust.

In cahoots with rain, rocks and roots
worms and grubs
perforated by ants and moles
aquifers and oil

veined with lead, copper, gold
and hiding diamonds and coal
cables, wires and pipes

I hold your huts and your tents
your houses and barns
anchor your bridges, apartments and high-rises.

In beds below rivers
lakes and oceans
I slumber.
In the open I bask in sun’s warmth
sprout and nourish your food.

Sometimes I seizure
shudder and quake
vomit magma
belch steam and ash

or slump and ooze
tongues of brown porridge
smothering your villages and roads
in mud.

But mostly I am solid and safe
keeping you upright
with my mysterious magnetic powers.

Feed me wisely
for I ingest
without discrimination

and someday soon
you will join me.
I will reclaim you.
You will again
become mine.
© 2014 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

Inhabiting a Song

Somewhere back of my throat a tune
hovers. My voice or the ghost of my voice
follows, repeating words and weaving
a record of my life into waves and hesitations.

Suppose our chorus, people and animals,
rises and falls in intervals of breath:
in sleep a dog’s paw twitches; a rabbit’s
dream follows its heartbeat all the way
through some ballad that its life is.

Parts of my song disappear, fade out
except for a beat that spans a known
part to another known part, and on.
Even in silence when shadows pass
my throat is full of the sound of the world.

(William Stafford in Crossing Unmarked Snow:

Further Views on the Writer’s Vocation)

The Day After Christmas

What follows a Day of Glory?

diapers, water, food
dishes, donkeys, droppings, clothes
earthling’s comfort needs

Tongue Twister # 39 Juggle

Juggle

Juggle
tile man
plumber
mate.

Juggle
drying
water
date.

Juggle
dump
‘n Lowes
fate.

Juggle
sheet rock
tiles
‘n gate.

Juggle
tastes
choices
hate.

Juggle
craftsmen
partner’s
rates.

Juggle
surges
patterns
wait.

Tongue Twister#10 Water

Water
washing
on the wharf

Whirling
westward
on the waves

Whistling
windward
in the wet

Whispering
wisdom
wide within:

Where
and why
and who we are!

6/14/2013

NOW

Now
is
the
hour,
the
minute,
to be
born
again
in
water
and
spirit.

A
gift
for now;
not
later
or
long ago,
but NOW!
Remade!
Changed!
Sanctified!