Green Absent Black

Sticky green, lush
spirals on woody stems
that barely move
in the coast winds.

We called them black
for the pods, the way
they cast seeds
dirt imprinting stone
dark with dust.

I swallow silence, taste the tea
as you hand me fresh cuttings.
And all this time
I thought the leaves oozed
shadowed things, absence.

Great grandmother knew well
you say, moving memories from
fingers to apron in sage stains.
The bees know too.

Tara Linda © 2017

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Offering

Awakening
is our first offering
praise…

Awakening
is our first offering
praise, an open eye taking in
first light, space, color ~
A stretch, body’s first gift of
movement, vibration, cells alighting,
muscles expand, remembering~ Gratitude.
Warm contentment, Freedom before thought
weightless presence, first breath,
Joy ~ our ultimate prayer.

TaraLinda c.p. 2014

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Fishscale Stasis

I saw you tonight, just after sunset, plucking small scales from
sand, the Pacific rolled back as far as vast, timeless- your slate cleaned by
expanse, even the crabs withdrew in yearning, your tears glistened grey
breaching…

I saw you tonight, just after sunset, plucking small scales from
sand, the Pacific rolled back as far as vast, timeless- your slate cleaned by
expanse, even the crabs withdrew in yearning, your tears glistened grey
breaching a swell, a strait, the dunes of your cheeks, hope and fog swirling

cumulus above       hurt. These are the vistas you will forget by
morning, as you place each scale like a sequin on the bare skin of your
shoulders, filling in blanks, erasing vulnerable, to become or shed, a counterbalance mended in

dreamtime, where only the fish know, pelagic ones drinking down your tears each
night, swimming into bays, spits, coves, to shed more scales to help you
cover, mend, soothe that pale membrane, the cool damp of your exposed
back, where raven’s wings have stopped     just shy of          whole, full,
metamorphosis fettered, that stasis where truth
shivers itself warm.

    Tara Linda c. 2014

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Stasis:  A state of stability in which all forces are equal and opposing, therefore they cancel out each other.

:a state or period of stability during which little or no evolutionary change in a lineage occurs.

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Leaving~ 3 Short Forms

Strangers
leave everyday,
so why tears
when you hug me
goodbye—?

2 years ago, for NaPoWriMo, I was taken by the efje- a short poetry form of 5 lines said to have originated in the Netherlands.  Words- not syllables:  1.2.3.4.1

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-Efje-

Strangers
leave everyday,
so why tears
when you hug me
goodbye—?

-5 Lines-

There he goes,
another friend
packing his truck, high
with all the things
we forgot to say.

– Random

Waving goodbye,
a slow motion blinks while
houses peel their paint in more ways
than we found Words
But all good wishes
all the same.
Suerte.

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Unravel

This visit,
when I came to see you,
time was the shirt on your back
unraveling as we walked…

I.

This visit,
when I came to see you,
time was the shirt on your back
unraveling as we walked. You led the way, down
flower fan path, your hand so firm on mine, it pressed each moment
from blood into bone and back- new territory, before desert, my skin yielded
in tiny coils, touched chert in Rock-that-tells-stories,
its crevices filled with moss and shell, wet waving tentacles.

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Shedding Light, Getting Ready~ NaPoWriMo

So, the last photo I posted apparently wasn’t such a mystery; Laura guessed it within seconds of posting; Pacific Abalone, the green spp. Although she is a CA girl, with perhaps an unfair familiarity ;), she wins. And since she already has all 4 of my CDs, I gave her another gift, besides music. The last post, and this photo- hints of what has been keeping me busy lately, beyond musica.

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And here is another~

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The great Southwest.  NV with sagebrush in the foreground and as far as the eye can see; Desert Sage. This was also a common plant and scent of much of my Arizona childhood.  It’s hard to explain, but I came home from the last tour across the Southwest, from California, Arizona, New Mexico, to Colorado– a little heartsick. I don’t know why, but it feels strangely, as if… I left my heart behind on the last tour, somewhere between Durango, CO and Joshua Tree, CA.  So I will try to explain in the next few posts, to come close in poems, starting tomorrow; shed light. All in time for April’s National Poetry Month; a poem a day, every day for 30 days. + MicroPoems on Twitter.

I’ll still be posting musings, New Inspirations, and Artist Crushes, but poems and poetic prompts will be mixed in. It’s always great to connect with the Poetry community this time of year. This always motivates me to post more. If you are  posting poems in April, leave a comment on any post this month, with a link back to your site so we can all visit/comment. It feels good to feel poets hard at work writing daily all across the globe! Great also to stop by each others sites and say ‘Hey keep on going!’    😉

Day 19: Not Yet Predators

Epoch walk
You called it.
Leaving a high bog to skirt
a canyon, sea urchin spines
tracing our path down a wall, and
over, oyster ridge to the Pleocenes…

Epoch walk
you called it.

Leaving a high bog to skirt
a canyon, sea urchin spines
tracing our path down a wall, and
over, oyster ridge to the Paleocenes.

Winded, we climb upriver
gather discs and arcs past
Miocene mists, to the boulderfield
gateway of glass cuttlefish, rays
giant ammonites.

Finally, sun fixed high, where all seas retreat
this treasured lagoon at our feet, a crusted floor
of barnacles, bone shards, trilobite
stepping-stones, scored iridescent with nacre.
Abundance.  You look at the horizon to tell time-

Here, we weren’t yet predators, you and I

I eye you carefully.
Smart enough to flee.
Fast. Soft. Bony enough to fit, trap
snugly in my shark tooth grasp.

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Closeup of a sea urchin test. In life, a tube foot or gill extends through each of the small holes, and a spine is supported by each of the raised tubercles. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This poem is inspired by Corey and her inspiring collection of found objects from collecting excursions.  In her Etsy shop TreasureHider, you can find fossilized coral, shark teeth, oyster shells, belemnite, ray dental plates, and small mammal bones- all found on her walks around the Chesapeake. Holding them, and imaging where and when they were found, takes me on a fantasy walk through epochs, where predator/prey relationships shift like sand.

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