WHAT NEWFOUNDLAND SAYS 

Crisp clouds trace
Solid locked cliffs
Tumbling towards icebergs
As I walk the edge

Green layers if light
Pasting the path
Crashed by the ocean
Kissed by the puffins

Who am I
To the power here?
To nature that rocks
Screams and rolls

There is a bliss
To heal cracks
In my longing
To understand silence

There is a push
In the windy trails
Scenic laughter
And pure colour calling

Time is cool here
Wrapped in wools
Until we lay down
In the heat of the shores

I return from this trip
Tipping in love
Luminous images
Flipping in my heels

Outside I still hear Newfoundland
Across the sighs of the day
Holding vistas
Inside internal grace

The Sun

The sun tosses a wink
An open pause
I perch to see
Long thin shadows
And cracks of darkness
In the holes of my garden

Nature guides my eye
To the silver leaf maple
The tiny temples of the pine tree
Layers of green branches
Draping the light
For my inner song

I honour the angry bird
The rustle of the tree
The dirty windows
A shiny thought
Or the paint peeling
On my favourite chair

I crave the sun
In a jest of joy
I hold it as laughter
To my senses
And as it fades
My mood wrinkles

It is a twinkle
In our daily dance
around the moon
It is enthusiasm
To my bones
To my breath

WHAT IS POETRY

"Poetry is the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." Leonard Cohen


Poetry is where we can be ourselves.
Poetry speaks a pure voice.
Poetry is in the details.

I love this quote about poetry by Adrienne Rich  1929- 2012

Adrienne Rich was an American poet, essayist and feminist. She was called "one of the most widely read and influential poets of the second half of the 20th century".
Her first collection of poetry, A Change of World, was selected by the senior poet W. H. Auden for the Yale Series of Younger Poets Award; she went on to write the introduction to the published volume.

She said poetry is "a living language, the core of every language, something that is still spoken, aloud or in the mind, muttered in secret, subversive, reaching around corners, crumpled in  a pocket, performed to a community, read aloud, to the dying, recited by heart, scrated or sprayed on a wall. That kind of language from the heart and the mind. From the gut and the crotch. To claim wider horizons.

A language that made what is true, truer; what is small, bigger; what is silent, heard;what is fleeting, eternal.