tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16184815397847485942024-03-12T21:14:56.917-07:00lornacahallPoetry that is earth based, mystical, philosophical.
Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.comBlogger412125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-86557968785368743532023-02-21T08:03:00.000-08:002023-02-21T08:03:39.750-08:00The Barefoot Peace of Ash Wednesday<p> peace, barefoot</p><p>walking slowly toward me</p><p>floating grey and silver</p><p>the Holy flashing through</p><p><br /></p><p>peace, a gathering of flickering angels</p><p>he then she then he again</p><p>pausing to dance the dual world</p><p>braiding the misty initiation</p><p><br /></p><p>peace, even as a child</p><p>I loved the ashes</p><p>a signature of truth</p><p>sealed on my forehead</p><p><br /></p><p>Ash Wednesday</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-26159982410796657422023-02-20T06:30:00.001-08:002023-02-20T09:56:24.241-08:00Snapshot: The Perfect Moment<p> can Kairos* hang with the laundry</p><p><span> </span><span> in an Ashcan School painting</span><br /></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> hopeful and clean</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span><span> </span><span> there on a New York rooftop</span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span> certain of a better day</span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><span>that stop-time ikon, </span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>right there, beaconing to us</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span>to cross a threshold</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>yet blocking the passage</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span>all held up by sturdy wooden clothespins</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span>not to worry, hey</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>have a little faith</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span>*The perfect moment, revelation through a look or happening, a sudden realization of the holy encased in the immediate</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-28820457023379389422023-02-18T09:35:00.001-08:002023-02-18T09:35:25.031-08:00A Wispy Mystic Song<p> a wispy mystic song</p><p>caresses my old deep bones</p><p>memory and music</p><p>a delicate flow of time</p><p>through morning</p><p>in, over, and around</p><p>this new day's dawn</p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-33560517790093104982023-02-18T09:25:00.000-08:002023-02-18T09:25:36.088-08:00Upstart Part<p> as the beauty is stripped away</p><p>the long untended path opens</p><p>then</p><p>you might realize that you</p><p>are not your own</p><p>Northern Lights break out across</p><p>your sky</p><p>and they are not yours</p><p>nor is the sky</p><p>the language is uncoded</p><p>yet here you are</p><p>guessing</p><p>upstart part</p><p>little chunk</p><p>wild and alive</p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-9017249777091125952023-01-28T12:00:00.000-08:002023-01-28T12:00:19.870-08:00Machair<p> where we all teeter</p><p><span> </span>between imagination and solid ground</p><p>starting again and again</p><p><span> </span>on our beloved shifting beach</p><p>that refuses to draw straight lines</p><p><span> but flows winding round and round</span><br /></p><p><span>driftwood and tidal pools</span></p><p><span><span> </span>and the slippery, shinny shells</span></p><p><span>of new beginnings</span></p><p><span> </span><br /></p><p><br /></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-6238818077485635882023-01-24T09:23:00.000-08:002023-01-24T09:23:13.238-08:00A Time of Partial Sleep<p> a time of partial sleep</p><p>and partial memory </p><p>and partial wandering </p><p>through folded time</p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span>bumping into sudden</span> </p><p>disfunction</p><p><span>yet it is warm here</span></p><p><span>a nearby melody</span></p><p><span>the sound of bare feet</span></p><p><span><span> crossing aromatic fallen leaves</span><br /></span></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-53106065769175487752022-10-21T07:16:00.001-07:002022-10-21T07:16:58.330-07:00Washing Dishes with Clawhammer Banjo: October 21st<p> hand washing a red pan</p><p><span> when another banjo event</span><br /></p><p><span><span> </span><span> enters my head</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> somebody riding a goat</span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><span>what is the matter with that instrument?</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span> tuned by the devil, they used to say</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> why does it keep playing</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> those rogue songs?</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span><span><span>now it's playing Old Dan Tucker</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> must be Dick's spirit</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> coming round for his birthday</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Down the Old Plank Road</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-66525957901297150542022-08-13T09:20:00.003-07:002022-08-13T09:20:59.647-07:00Dryad<p> trees that dream</p><p><span> all green and gold</span><br /></p><p><span>must be a concern</span></p><p><span><span> lithe and windy</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span>since, who can translate</span></span></p><p><span><span><span> subtle rainfall on leaves</span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><span>those messages their spirits</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span> send</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span> </span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-9688594977899413782022-08-13T09:04:00.000-07:002022-08-13T09:04:02.441-07:00Get Over It<p>I have problems with my angels </p><p>I guess</p><p>they were recruited in New York</p><p>seriously</p><p>when I begged for help</p><p>"we're helping you, already."</p><p>whadda relationship</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-48867358771592719772022-08-07T10:42:00.000-07:002022-08-07T10:42:29.522-07:00Road Sign<p>the dream path of the dead </p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>chilling but </p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>not that helpful</p><p>what the darkness says about it</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>is too low to hear </p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> we need</span><br /></p><p><span>a big shamanic drum to beat</span></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>points of light</span></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>shining</span></p><p><span>like prayers signing the way</span></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-51767518810215457592022-08-07T10:33:00.000-07:002022-08-07T10:33:51.777-07:00Little Cosmic Events<p> my bones are hollowed out</p><p>playing a low raspy lament</p><p>a song to make the dead return</p><p>but they were told to never</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> look back</span><br /></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-74965474652174223052022-07-25T11:25:00.000-07:002022-07-25T11:25:20.765-07:00Wind From the Bay<p> wind from the bay</p><p><span> </span><span> </span>wet and insistent</p><p>Monday morning shuttle</p><p><span> </span><span> going nowhere</span><br /></p><p><span>weaving trees, their</span></p><p><span><span> </span><span> shadow and light</span><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-19323567203340680542022-07-25T11:14:00.005-07:002022-07-25T11:17:26.584-07:00The Butterfly Nebula<p> it's easy</p><p>in times of deep loss</p><p>to give into death</p><p>and it tows you with all its</p><p>dark energy</p><p>alluring and beautiful</p><p>to the Butterfly Nebula</p><p><span> </span><span> the bones of a long dead sun</span><br /></p><p><span><span> </span><span> immeasurable, well beyond our knowing</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span><span> </span><span> for our fragile, geocentric being</span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><span>look for a minute or two</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span>not much more</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-18707023589724670722022-07-25T10:59:00.000-07:002022-07-25T10:59:13.986-07:00So Early<p> so early</p><p>just past dawn</p><p>a great blue heron</p><p>flies across the lagoon</p><p>the bright wings</p><p>powerful and slow</p><p>carrying a long thin branch</p><p>and for just a moment</p><p>the closed fist inside</p><p>opens</p><p>there it is</p><p>the kingdom</p><p>you have everything you need</p><p><br /></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-36634187335824446082022-07-25T10:45:00.000-07:002022-07-25T10:45:45.198-07:00Concerning Dragons<p> Why do we love our dragons so much?</p><p>after all</p><p><span> <span> </span>they don't love us back</span><br /></p><p><span>they may sit meekly on a shelf</span></p><p><span><span> <span> </span>under a shoe</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span><span> <span> </span>stuffed into a closet</span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><span>or in a medicine cabinet</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span> </span><span> tiny, chalky white</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span> </span><span> with a long rat tail</span><br /></p><p><span>Zorro, I called him</span></p><p><span><span> </span><span> a cloud of chalk</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span><span> </span><span> he'd vanished</span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><span>dragons are not just Medieval problems</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span>they still come around</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span> </span><br /></span></span></span></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-83406558430644052712022-07-08T13:34:00.000-07:002022-07-08T13:34:20.301-07:00Canyon Colors<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQSoJG0920oE2ADl6gJmcVemo5lgPL_kxJgeeCiD3wxx-7Fv4SO-8Wf3YTx5UmSCJpEMzNz_Ct6O8Es_xGqoGq5EKBtr3-B0c606xEqU0l6wjk1ALYobhefSOiFsGT2X8D3PH00hafds3cj4EzZAwamJhpnuos7hgWrs-65hZjC7d1XqOC4ILW5fHOQ/s1654/canyon%20colors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="818" data-original-width="1654" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQSoJG0920oE2ADl6gJmcVemo5lgPL_kxJgeeCiD3wxx-7Fv4SO-8Wf3YTx5UmSCJpEMzNz_Ct6O8Es_xGqoGq5EKBtr3-B0c606xEqU0l6wjk1ALYobhefSOiFsGT2X8D3PH00hafds3cj4EzZAwamJhpnuos7hgWrs-65hZjC7d1XqOC4ILW5fHOQ/w581-h287/canyon%20colors.jpg" width="581" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-862895805150648472022-07-08T12:57:00.000-07:002022-07-08T12:57:37.534-07:00Pegasus<p> it's useless to want to ride him</p><p>to share his unbearable beauty</p><p>much less to kill the horrible chimera</p><p>too much for us mortals anyway</p><p>but we can imagine the winged horse flying</p><p>imagine</p><p>the wild ride</p><p>imagine</p><p>the gigantic chimera dead at our feet</p><p>at least we've got that</p><p><br /></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-16466612247602850932022-07-08T12:29:00.000-07:002022-07-08T12:29:09.626-07:00Monkish Morning<p> my monkish morning</p><p>walking barefoot across the grass</p><p>light green and a wren singing</p><p>all I need</p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-63122805336358840222022-07-08T12:25:00.003-07:002022-07-08T12:46:13.548-07:00A Golden Eagle<p>such a strange thing to love</p><p>the hard complexity of things</p><p>solving puzzles, creating limits and images</p><p><br /></p><p>then a dream </p><p><span> of </span>greenlit woods</p><p><span> </span><span> </span>shocked by a golden eagle</p><p><span> </span><span> </span>terrifying and wonderful</p><p><span> </span><span> </span>so fiery he stole all the light</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-57216099077652170212022-07-08T12:22:00.000-07:002022-07-08T12:22:13.683-07:00Molten Lava<p> the molten lava of incomplete faith</p><p>forcing the heart to reach</p><p>and reach</p><p><span> to remove the barrier</span><br /></p><p><span><span> </span><span> no matter what</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span><span> until the unity of everything</span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span> holds you, rocks you</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span>then you can rest</span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-61427032676660172102022-06-23T13:22:00.000-07:002022-06-23T13:22:06.576-07:00The Language of Rings<p> as soon as the stone hits the water</p><p>the water answers</p><p><span> in the language of rings</span><br /></p><p><span>the stone, being dense</span></p><p><span><span> sinks to the bottom</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span>but the water has fun</span></span></p><p><span><span><span> making poetry</span><br /></span></span></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-91086619818686505042022-06-23T13:18:00.000-07:002022-06-23T13:18:00.541-07:00The Fireflies of Summer<p> what is it</p><p>the lightness of fireflies</p><p>careless</p><p>signaling that everything is just fine</p><p>night is nothing, nothing to fear</p><p>perhaps there really is a holy spirit</p><p>singing</p><p>all through the world</p><p>come, come</p><p>dance with the fireflies of summer</p><p>you belong here</p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-57985936131153951632022-06-15T13:19:00.000-07:002022-06-15T13:19:15.564-07:00A Frog Witch<p> mold green and itchy</p><p>the frog witch of soggy ground</p><p>makes sure no plant can breathe</p><p>so nothing can grow</p><p>in the clay of my backyard</p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-8742512748437156232022-06-15T13:13:00.000-07:002022-06-15T13:13:52.451-07:00The Secrecy of Fate<p> whatever infinite might be</p><p><span> </span><span> </span>more or less</p><p><span> </span><span> </span>too much to grasp</p><p>with so many of my adjustments</p><p>and with new frames</p><p><span> </span><span> </span>additions</p><p><span> </span><span> </span>around dreams and painted memories</p><p>there always still remains the secrecy of fate</p><p>sometimes showing part of itself</p><p><span> </span><span> </span>as a long train track</p><p><span> </span><span> rail by rail</span><br /></p><p><span>until it vanishes behind the distant trees</span></p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-49358623417139659572022-06-14T10:11:00.000-07:002022-06-14T10:11:37.068-07:00A Song of Black Orchids<p> a modal song of black orchids</p><p><span> </span>like a dreamless sleep</p><p><span> </span><span> </span>with a glowing center</p><p>chanting polyphonic magic</p><p><span> </span>the continuing weaving</p><p><span> </span><span> </span>of healing and renewal</p>Lorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.com0