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Dinner Grilled and a land Forgotten

You are far away now
Off in fields of gold
Dappled with evenings hot velvety light
90 degrees of separation has dulled the sword
 eased the pain
The grasshoppers chirp in unison to your labors but they no longer ache in your solar plexus
Nor mine
What sweet sorrow is loss and gain
I now walk down the very paths I have always so longed for
 the dark rich peat paths of happiness
contentment oozes from these fingertips as I write and I wonder if happiness is poetry
Or does it preclude it all together

The night sky fills with stars 
The stars fill with fire flies that burst out of them like infinitesimal lightning bolts
jettisoned to my soul

 he and I chase storms on decks swirled in smoke
We banter and bay at one another

 you are in a field of gold somewhere
or beside  

a river bed
The smell of the wet earth of shore beneath you reaches me… but momentarily 
dismissed as the ash of the bonfire of a week ago fire or the grill of last night’s 
unbelievably tasty ribs he concocted from air for me and me alone 

but then we shared with so many
 dinners

Lingers on my lip tips…the bottom edge

 I kiss him and mean it with all I am 
A being 
a re-being

Super beings are we 
all
and our colors wash 
upon the canvas of my life 
melding into one great magnificent us 

Spectacular are we
the creatures who so love life 
we give our only begotten selves to each other
and never ever forsake 
us


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What Is It To Be A Tree

What is it to be a Tree?
Do trees ever mind being so close ...so intertwined ?
Do they ever long for space as I do? 
Do they prefer to be so meshed…branches touching branches
 all the time or do they like me long 
............................................................for autonomy

Do their branches reach for another’s touch? 
….................stretching to find it?
Do they cling and pine when isolated …as we do sometimes?

When a tree falls does another one grieve?
...............................................................

Do they sometimes wish to be free?
To be as free 
as he does....... from me?

Does life always include such serious stuff? 
Or do trees simply shift in the breezes
of superfluous fluff?

Do they ever 
wish 
to find
the sea?
To fly 
to fly?
just 
like me?
What on earth is it like ....to be?
to be a standing…a standing only ...are they lonely? 
beloved tree?
What is it?
to be a tree?



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Leather and Salt Sole

You are as the lightning to the rod of my soul
You move through me in rumbling thunder and torrential rain
You are the cellular sea of my spirit and I can deny you nothing
Enter at will into my being but bring only kindness and light
Tread gently on the sole of me
..... for I am but leather and salt



Like the wild wet wilderness drips with dew and surging waters rip the shores of bucolic meadows so you moved me
Water rushing down the mountain gathering up minerals as it goes so my strength grows and my will surges 
And I am a flood of fell and fire and hope

He is coming coming ever coming to me 
in his white way and ever wear and tear
his hair is on my hands 
and his heart pounds beneath my palm

he in my palm a sailor bold and wild and strong and he will know me and I will know him


Frost of nothing in the silent forest rests and sleeps
the joy of us in the same spaces

I under leaves and damp with snows blanket 
under these lies 
the thrill of us 
in a cottage cabin by the lake 
 beneath your hand so possessive do I rise up to the morning light

 and curl deep into your loving arms
The wind never even touches our boughs 
 our leaves 
so bonded in warmth are we


And who is it this time?
 who bares the shield of pain and loss and fear ?
it is you
 not I!

Facing the mirror of truth 

that email address sent waves through you 
so intense the seismic machines in India just went off

 no need to deny what I already know in my cells 
you love with an intensity that puts my own feeling to shame 
and you now know it

what you do with this 
is to be seen
seen and seen again and again see me 
…see me C me c me soon 
or not...it will remain ...the same and immovable...a feast to last ten thousand lifetimes


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Earth Our Blessed Earth

O the sunset...the sunset...the carnelian sunsets
how I long to hold them in my hand...so when you are blue...so blue
so deep dark blue...you can come to me 
I will open my hand and you can wonder...wonder...wide open wonder
at Xanthe yellows and amber golds streaming from my palm...my palm...my humble palm 
and you will become immortal 
O if only I could keep you there...you...only you
swathed in light and warmth
safe...sound...close to me forever
You who I am lost to...over a thousand vessel-ed seas
O how l long for the sea...the sea...the sparkling sea
in it's emerald greens and topaz hues 
in it's passions and powers and motion
I long to place it in my heart...my heart...my a thousand times broken heart
so the pieces can wash away and my essence can float free into the wind...
the wind...the wild whipping winds that billow the sheets hung in your yard 
and whisper wild to the my inner demons 
washing them away with the rain...the rain...the falling rain 
that fell and fell and fell again 
keeping you from my door...O my door...that blessed door 
that opened to your face one cold crisp morn...so blessed by God
O my God...my God...my gorgeous God! 
if only I could hold your essence in my mind 
that I would not get lost so often in the wretched forest of thoughts and shadows
my shadows ...my small and tall...wide and slanting shadows 
if only I could rope you and keep you tamed...so the things that hide 
behind and within you
can not escape and create in me...the darkness...the darkness...the black coal darkness that chases me down alleyways of night and slivered moon...O moon...my beautiful mindful midnight moon...my crescent and full moon
O if only to swing with you round and round and round the earth 
and cast a glorious shine upon everyone...upon every single child who needs love 
O my love ...my love....my eternal love 
if only I could sprinkle you like confetti...upon the earth 
and ease the pain I would...I would...upon my life I would
O life...the very thing life...the breathe that enters that which wasn't and so then is
O if only you did not flee so quickly by but could be cradled away from death
Death....O death...O damnedable death!
if only you were not so draped in confession that I must pray
I pray...O how I pray that the vastness...the vastness...the great and cosmic-ian vastness beyond 
is more splendid still than Earth...our Earth...our wondrous 
perfect hungry sad beaten tarnished dirtied Earth...
O MY EARTH...how I love you!


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Call Me Home



You are the river running through 
unfathomable greens
glassy yellows 
down in the core of the river
flicker lightness on top
You increase me…swell me…impregnate without word or deed
push me to the fore till my sail fills with your carbon 
a deep blue undertow …rip tidian 
only moderate and full…like a plate of food...of vegetables …of fruit…of corn
You are the dark brown peat from which I absorb minerals 
vitamins … steel ...magnesium…sulfate
the pillow of my essence’s rest in your name …hurricane 
You fall on me
Wash off delusion
And I am a small green thing …a fine rooted thing 
Small leaves of me stretch for your chloroformian shadows
My roots dig deep 
hear your drum beat in the equatorial regions of the flaming core
I bend around the rocks …look under ever beetle’s shimmering skin 

in all things you can be found
Amorous and craving …a magma surface of tension and sun
in tree tops …dark places 
in the dark alleys 
You are the blue jay…the cardinal but also the raven 
the oak knows you too well…the west wind too and swells up in my skirts…my cottons
my downy …my linen …my lead
you stand … your hands on your hips 
look out over the possibilities 
hungry for returns
I echo 
Light housing across ….a sound burst 
a wave in a vast universe of waves ..so many 
too many waves

but you will hear me
Master of my heart 
lover of my flesh and bone…my fat ..my thinness…my crispness…my luxury
You will hear …what no one else will ever know
and call it home


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Grape Squeeze

Grape Squeeze
By
Ingrid Showalter Swift

Shake me 
Take me 
Turn me inside out
Rake me 
Make me
Turn my life about 
Fake me
Partake of me
till ya turn the tide of doubt
Quake me
Never forsake me
turn my pain to a lover's shout


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Why We Will Never Say Hello or Good-bye

Why We Will Never Say Hello or Good-bye
By Ingrid Showalter Swift 
Rake your fine fingers across my tender lips...
waiting with the hunger that years have made.
...Do you still hear me? 
I am off in a land of daisies and flowers, of many colors.
I walk down sandy paths of pale soft skin... that I imagine 
are yours 
The water-butter beneath my finger tips 
is your skin as well 
and I look out across a far away horizon and know 
you live there
breathing on, in unison with arms open to the sky 
You beam as the sun... I weep as the waves.
I ache and bend and cry out in labor pain 
There is no separation... but the heart still seems to seep 
with it. 
I can see your eyes 
and in my eyes still dark and far away 
...you drift quietly on a raft bobbing in a safe cove
The night still shifts to the wetted calm of us from time to time 
and I know the trees and dogs can feel us moving 
beneath the surface, like mermaids
Our tails are webbed jewels of gold and myrrh
Our fingers are intermingled... our cells combined...
Our torsos are sleek and clean 
We separate... dip and dive like porpoises...
They know... I know they know... and hear our ever calls 
and weep 
and bow 
and weep 
and dive for us 
in the still of twilight’s dancing diamonds
Why not? I cry... but know all too well the answers 
Because there are flowers on our paths
and children playing in the skin of the sand 
and we are one in our purpose 
and one in the words and one as they fly over head - wing to wing...
As autumn climbs the hill to winter...
we will be in the flickering light of fire side 
and the warmth of the soups that brew 
and are handed one to the other 
and we will ever be in the sawdust 
and in the creation of anything new
and in time as it flows back and forth with the tide
Nothing can ever sever us from the ants 
and the shells 
and the mail that arrives in the mail box 
Do you know that we are only a car ride away from forever?
Do you know that we are nothing more than one phone call apart?
...just seven numbers apart! 
and it will remain the distance of forever because we know 
how fine the sand feels between our toes 
how smooth the wind blows over our wet torsos and white sails 
and how water splashes into tiny beads of light at the bow
and how the tree grows 
and how the stone feels from the inside 
We will remain alone and surrounded by love 
...because grass is green
God! How I love you! 
Tell me again that you know... tell me... call me... tell me 
...that it is real... that you can hear me 
that I am the same as the child beneath your palm
loved ever, unconditionally
and you are proud of who I am and who I am becoming


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Rose Bled Soap Stone Mysteries

So small and absolutely perfect
With a slight grain of pale pink flowing across it’s softly shimmering white surface

Tossed by wave and landed on this ….my foreign shore

 I knew in my heart as I held the sea stone in the palm of my hand …that the secrets 
of the universe were held safely 
deep within

…..If only I spoke stone ….I knew the hope of everlasting joy 
could be mine to share forever


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OF a Tree, Thee, and an Angel's Fee

Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart

even you will have to try hard……to save me now

I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions 
as they devoured the subtle softness of me 
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace 

But too…you move to me 
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down  to a short golf course length 
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago

The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate 
Love
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
 
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair 
………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love

We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces 
and on each other on Facebook 

Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread


Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened 
to our lips 
 which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again

taste 
smell 
the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self

Is it me you feared 
as you said Good bye?

How little you know me 

like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time 
from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel 
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself

so my love knows no limit 
my soul no separation
and my being no longing


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To Be As A Leaf

To Be As A Leaf
By
Ingrid Showalter Swift

To be as leaf
…food and so fire for the flame 
of hearth and human souls

and to be leaf floating on the river of my ever days


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