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Potter's Field

Bursts of misty rain  
silken drops on each bending
stalk brushed by the wind.

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2011

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She slowly uncoiled her gray streaked hair that fell to her waist. She removed her 
spectacles to see more clearly the windswept icy snow clinging to the branches. A 
pause, settling something deep within; then her gaze shifted to me.
I reached out, but found my reach was frozen, too stiff to touch her. For if I touched 
her, the burden we shared would lapse and slide away, slinking off to be buried, 
uncoiled under the ground.
A pinched, dour expression settled her features into a mask that would never 
betray the inner darkness which created a shadow of an existence. A mask that I 
must wear as well, to ward off the hopeless life within me, growing every moment of 
the day, days upon days retreating into the too long nights, hopeless to survive in 
the world we have created, together as “want” and “ruthlessness”.
“I carry no idolatries, no false hope.” A breath are these words as I receive them, 
knowing they are too bold to give forth a safe humility.

 The nurse, starched clothing as stiff as her countenance, paused, a look of 
condemnation briefly shadowing her face, the sun passing in and out of the clouds. 
She could not help herself. No matter the role we are chosen to play in this world, 
we are not free of a deeply flawed human nature, ice softening dangerously on a 
winter’s pond. I turned away.
I  came to hours later, the rejected life in me  gone, a searing through flesh never 
immune to a free will taunting, tearing the fabric of life so fragile. I would not cling. A 
passing briefly witnessed, a single brown leaf blown by the window in the darkened 
room where we sit for tea, hopes slowly elapsing like the sea waters
Tomorrow we can only envision; today we must let go of a part of us we will never 
again possess. A coursing through the veins of life no more, we push, and push, an 
existence wishing to sink into the yawning chasm of what is unknown and coming 
for us.

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2011

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Advice From a Psychiatric Nurse

Charcoal clouds thunder heavy rains-
the glowing eye of New Mexico's sky
is bandaged, cushioned with silver.

Sliding drops of rain 
glide silken down her wrists
mixed with red colors of sunsets
in June, as is the month in her mind.

October is black; September yellow gold orange,
the month of her birth is green with white- grey
mixed in as stripes, curving like the road she
lost herself on. 

Moon rises with the evening star, 
night suns. Visit New Mexico, view the skies- 
diamond cut nights and sunsets spread
colors expanding like the universe. 

A sky writes her poem, 
flinging her winged soul
into fresh air startling,
a flock of birds taking off, soaring.

It is dewy softness suspended, 
after the rain. 
The colors are rainbows reversed
or upside down, watercolors by a prodigy

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2013

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The Golden Fertility of the Harvest

He is the sinking of the final red orange sun of the glowing summer 
Warmth no longer oozing and seeping into the pores as I lie bare under the skies 
Jeweled dewdrops on the morning grass to dampen bare feet all softness under  
And the shimmer on the surface of the lakes like the diamonds in your eyes 

He is the golden cusp pf Autumn's Fertility 
The ritual dance of the scarecrow in the breezes 
(Straw coming loose and flying towards you, most certainly 
will brush up against you and tickle before he ceases)  
And this thinner less lumpy all seeing scarecrow  
Seems to be in no remorse: his knowing face will always grin  
And his arms will always be raised in a wave to show 
He will protect the yellow brown stalks that bend before him 
He is the crisp wind that caresses the crinkled foliage 
Their rustling like long flowing skirts on a 1940s ballroom floor 
These winds chill the fingers and toes and your face with the stinging red roses  
Yet when winter beckons the retreating light, we will be frozen at its core 

He is silent snowfalls and many winter moons  
And the brown earth beginning to expose itself  
The uncoiling of green and mud beginning to ooze  
And all new life breaking free from its fragile shell

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2012

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And the westerly wind,
Will blow a sea of waving grass
And the sea's fine mist 
Will breathe drops like dew
And the sinking suns
Will cloak the sky's horizon
And the moons of Autumn
Will beckon the golden fertililty of the harvest
And the violet tinged edge of night
Will cry for the white bursting of the stars
And the carved thrust of the mountain range
Will challenge the forever yielding blue
And the hovering tunes of the dawn's awakening
Will mimic the lullaby of my dreams

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Wooden Shoe

House on hill apart 
from the rest of us. Sometimes  
its lights mimic the stars.

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2012

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Within Her Eyes

Obliging black arms, their crooked
fingers cut freezing as they
reach for winter greys, blues of sky,

untouchable. Shaking, bending.
Mulish winds sweep lands- violence
loved, admired. They are framed

within my eyes green as last summer's
carpeting, where they were rooted.
Embroidered. Weaving native 

life. Earth milled, the purest white 
hush to lulll. Charming. Dreamlike.
Persistent as memories.

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2013

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Untitled Triad of Haikus

The lone rain puddle  
Catches the shimmering moon  
As it mimics the sun  
And mirrors the dreams  
Of our long ago youth  
With days eroded   
Like the shores upon   
Which we strolled, listening  
To the crashing waves 

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Autumn Beckons at the End of a Summer Affair

Autumn’s leaves fall and 
The wind pushes through the branches
That sift the sunlight

Casting shadows upon
Their dreamy moonlike skin, soft
And damp like dewdrops

And their lips, the
Color of crimson twilight,
Kiss their long farewell

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2012

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An Untitled Triad of Haikus

As the tide rushes
Forward, brown black seaweed strands 
Wrap the graceless leg
Silver scaly fish 
Catch the light of the sun as
Silken drops of sea

Slide off the pale hand 
Lifting to wave to those on
the retreating shore

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2012