Tag Archives: Hill
Jill and Jack
Lucky to have me
Though, do you truly know it?
I walk beside you
Lover, sister, poet
What I provide you
Acceptance, challenge, laughter
What I learned quickly
That’s not what you’re after
Webster’s Hill
Dictionary me
Plentiful of words
Heartfelt pronunciations
I’ll speak monosyllabic, if you’ll listen:
“I-loved-you”
You there on the hill
Webster’s Hill
Hardcover edition
I spoke King’s English
Plain English
All languages I knew
Prayed black-letter truths
Whisper-wished my marrow into you
What fateful stormy day
Opened you up
Revealed your empty pages
What phonetic wind
Took your hand from mountaintop
Carried you from me?
Things With Strings
See that small farm right there
See those young and old kids
Mine and his
Toys and mischief, solemnity and instruments strewn about
All things with strings — what heaven these things
Animals, there’s no choice
Alpacas, needing to wake us at dawn but, agreeable, settle in for the night before our dinnertime
Ebony dogs and snowy white chickens
No cows, but a cowboy
Keeps his white hat far back in our closet on a shelf and never puts my heart on a shelf
Comes home from work on time and Saturdays are his and mine
We get greasy together under the cover of some good old American steel
In the polebarn back there, muscle-bound memories we rebuild
Sundays are God’s, he says — how he leads the way, putting all striving aside for the day
On his knees each night in prayer
No need to prove himself to me ever again since he put me on a pedestal there in his heart of gold
Our house on a hill, our kids and our farm
His eyes and his time and his life
His gifts to me, Amen and Amen
Hunter
I am amazing
In hunter green sheath
I’d planned last summer
For New Year’s Eve
Silk against skin
Cut to the thigh
Your demure firework
Heels on high
Champagne celebration
It was to have been
We’d teach eachother
We’d dance again
Inky ring-fingers
Hilltop house near a glen
Belonging to each other
Forever by then
Point On The Globe
Meet me here, this point on the globe, to see what we must see
There is a hill, there is a kiss, and an eye color I need to prove
On that certain uncertain sidewalk, you seemed as a giant then
In need of you, but I, with no mind to know or mouth to speak
Say our peace now, lest forces drive us our separate ways
Bring your hearted treasures -I’ll save them with you, this time
And so it is today, yet more, to hold a whole lifetime again
Bellwether
This Day again
And this place
Here I move happily up That Hill
At an easily difficult pace
On account of my heart
And all that it hopes and hoped
I close my eyes to make a wish
A steady shutter
A sturdy tripod
On solid ground
A bellwether
Are all that comes to mind
Haiku Hill
Scale the greenest hill
And daydream, dance or be still
Inhale, exhale, thrill
