Beauty North Poems

It’s not that I am languid, more that I am chagrined.
So disappointed to be met by this dreadful north wind.
I am on my way to...

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(Approaching Ingalls Peak, 2012, original oil)

Rites of Passage

Forty-six years ago,
my first winter in the Pacific NW
my first winter break at college,
I headed out to climb...

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I craved not affection, a desperate plea,
Just whispers of worth, a glimmer to see.
No mountains I sought, no jewels in a crown,
But a touch of...

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City born Northerners,
Kiss the last rays of sunlight,
With pampered lips
While those of us born and raised 
In the south, Appalachian –

We dust off the melting...

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The flowers of the spring are known
Throughout the land, they bloom and grow
But those that bloom when else is naught
Quietly show their beauty wrought
In winter’s...

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Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it...

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...As the years went by Nick’s playing
came less often, as he wandered,
he just became a vagabond,
going to almshouses in winter.

That’s how he came to Watertown
in...

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...His performances went for hours,
even when people drifted off,
he’d kept playing in the tavern
regardless of what others thought.

He would wind down like some old clock,
sometime...

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In the year of 1880,
in Watertown, northern New York,
a man walked into an almshouse,
looked no different from other poor.

The man’s dress was quite slovenly,
he was...

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Each of the new deer adjusted quickly to the pace of the ones they had been paired with, and the sleigh tracked smooth and true....

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Then from Dyndoeth came another question,  
     “Now that we know the animals are capable of moving through the sky,...

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Remains the pain within the dark
A song so soft of love and heart
Yet, holes this deep leave their mark
Like life's sorrowed canvas art

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As Lumi left the two, they strolled slowly along the cobbled streets and the mood changed from jovial to serious.  DynDoeth's voice lowered to...

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My wife and I traveled here
To walk on water
With ice pics and an old shiver

The Mackinaw Straits
Where Huron and Michigan open their mouths
Kiss and hiss
Under...

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Anther shamanic sunset in the upper Midwest
Magical brush strokes and hues that redact your mind to the test
Assisted beauty consolidating at the end of day
Memories...

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