Poetry Commons

A sacred site off the west coast of Scotland:

THE ISLE OF IONA

Iona is the passionate, ascetic

heart of Scotland, protected by its own

desolation; grave of kings set in the veins

of an icy sea.

Gods Cathedral

The October leaves before the sky

God's Cathedral

The waves rush ashore

leaving the sand a virgin

for the next set of foot prints

This Morning

I inhale sunlight

I let it bump around

in my lungs

When it is ready

I exhale hope

Note: I'm traveling by cruise ship down the Rhine River from Amsterdam to Basel, Switzerland. Below is a little love poem. We were docked opposite a very large tree last night in Rudesheim.  While others walked, I went out after dinner and sat and circumabulated it and looked at rocks on the surrounding ground...and that was my evening tour.  I wrote the tree a poem:

O Black Poplar

I want to be with you,

not to walk to stores

or eateries or to talk more.

I sit in your lap, roots beneath,