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Poems of nature, life and death, collected

January 15, 2014

I hope this isn’t too redundant, but I have posted links to a few poems from this last year in chronological order, to show how a sense of mortality approaches and recedes, and approaches again, I guess, always. But also, themes of gender reconciliation, of nature and church, of the innocence of being children, of my attachment to my own children, but also of how we make a part of our human journey with ourselves, so we need to be good company to our own self. I can’t weem to get into my former blogger blogs at the moment, so I wanted to post Potholes, and keep track of the other poems here.

I wrote Fully Adam in the summer of 2012.

Then Potholes in September, 2012

The wind blew free
As we gazed across the gorge
To the distant mountainside
Where rigid ranks of fir
And grass brown slopes

We looked down on cone-laden spruce
And rust-stained madrone bleeding into gray
Fingers stretched toward the sky
And the lichen draped skeleton
Of a long dead larch

Rock cathedrals hovered over
Still pools of water
Lying in the hollow
Of the nave

As we picked our way back
Down the needled path
The bitter scent of bracken
Filled the air

And we stepped aside
To avoid the fresh bear scat.

Then I wrote Last Christmas, 2012

Then Children Playing in the summer of 2013 in hospital.

And recently The Beech Wood, winter 2013


2 Comments leave one →
  1. January 15, 2014 5:03 pm

    Beautiful. I love the imagery and the sounds of the liquid, lateral consonant /l/ (used so lavishly, if I may observe that) in your second stanza.

  2. Suzanne McCarthy permalink*
    January 15, 2014 9:27 pm

    Yes, so “lavishly,” what a lovely word.

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