Sunday, May 27, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
Sunday, May 06, 2007
ZOO TACTIC
They shot another cub today
wolf-hate burning in their brain.
Clever escape by a creature's plan
where humans operate in vain.
There's a serious lack of sympathy
where men compete with wolves and ways.
Our arrogance ignited by a jealous spark
puts sanity to ashes in a major blaze.
The wolf is lost before it is found
so blind are we to creation's place.
Prejudice and greed, unsubtle, yet profound
hint a sad demise for the human race.
For without diversity to showcase God
comes the loneliness to make us at once insane.
Wolves and other wilderness essences
test the life-blood of life's blessed domain.
- Owen R. Neill, Canada
http://poetowen.blogspot.com
They shot another cub today
wolf-hate burning in their brain.
Clever escape by a creature's plan
where humans operate in vain.
There's a serious lack of sympathy
where men compete with wolves and ways.
Our arrogance ignited by a jealous spark
puts sanity to ashes in a major blaze.
The wolf is lost before it is found
so blind are we to creation's place.
Prejudice and greed, unsubtle, yet profound
hint a sad demise for the human race.
For without diversity to showcase God
comes the loneliness to make us at once insane.
Wolves and other wilderness essences
test the life-blood of life's blessed domain.
- Owen R. Neill, Canada
http://poetowen.blogspot.com
GRANDMOTHER SPIDERWOMAN
I am Grandmother Spiderwoman
Climbing on her web
Oh, there's a break
Weave, weave,
Rest
Weave, weave, rest
Keep the circle whole
Weave the stories of the past into now
Enter, and walk the web with the Grandmothers
Sparkle in the Sun
Work your Way to the Sacred Centre
Circle of the Body Whole
Where it's worn
Repair, repair
Work the magic again and again
The morning light changes everything
Yet it remains the same
Spin and grow, spin and grow
Bind earth, air, water, fire
Into renewal
Use all the materials to weave again
Begin again
When the end comes
The new rises from the Old
The Grandmothers
Weave through you and me
To begin again, begin again.
- Mary Billy, Canada (excerpted from Under My Blue Hat (with permission)
http://womanseyeview.blogspot.com/
Climbing on her web
Oh, there's a break
Weave, weave,
Rest
Weave, weave, rest
Keep the circle whole
Weave the stories of the past into now
Enter, and walk the web with the Grandmothers
Sparkle in the Sun
Work your Way to the Sacred Centre
Circle of the Body Whole
Where it's worn
Repair, repair
Work the magic again and again
The morning light changes everything
Yet it remains the same
Spin and grow, spin and grow
Bind earth, air, water, fire
Into renewal
Use all the materials to weave again
Begin again
When the end comes
The new rises from the Old
The Grandmothers
Weave through you and me
To begin again, begin again.
- Mary Billy, Canada (excerpted from Under My Blue Hat (with permission)
http://womanseyeview.blogspot.com/
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
ATC by Gail D., Canada
The Swan
She paddles in quickly,
Nodding this way and that
Eyes ever moving, counting her chicks
Checking for danger
Ready to see anything coming
If possible before it happens
She settles in and relaxes
Then slowly opens like a water lily
Petal after waxy petal
Some decorated delicately with dew
Others, deeper, lower down,
Tough as elder sisters,
Their arms stretching full out
Then folding, holding all the others
Close to her bosom.
- Mary Billy, Canada
from Over The Falls