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                     POETS OF POETRY CONNECTION! 


September brings cooler days and thoughts of communing with nature.  This month, I bring you my dreams of flowing with nature, and I introduce poets both from Washington and Arizona, who write about 'what the stillness of nature does for them'.  I honor a fellow poet, Claudia Patchen, who has recently passed--her poignant words and photography live on as a tribute to her life.  Lorraine Hart describes the calming salve of returning to nature and finding the power of wisdom there and Linda Whaley ponders, while the reader rereads aloud for emphasis.  Mokasiya, a gentle soul who, meditating, is One with Nature, and Sandy Mauck, who, in using personification, gives us a glimpse of what nature does for her, both reside in Arizona.  Enjoy! GAYLE SLATEN, Poet Laureate 



Beyond the Leaning Tree
     by Claudia Patchen

Beyond the leaning tree, where the mist thickens and the trail
shrinks to nothing--do not despair, you're almost there, you're
almost there, you're almost there.
Your legs and arms are weary and your brain, like mush, but
you're almost there.
Your hopes have been dashed one too many times, your heart
shredded like pulled-pork, your eyes, glazed over with life fatigue,
but still you strain to see.
Where the trail is gone and the cloud en-vel-opes, you spot a faint,
small light, just out of reach.
It beckons, you follow and it leads you to your hearts desire--not
too far, but yes--in the challenging space--beyond the leaning
tree. 

cpk


Stilled
     by Lorraine Hart

When I've had enough
Of this empty-headed,
Game-playing world
Of the two-legged,
Round holed when
I'm square-pegged,
Frantic pace leaves
My breath ragged,
Well I bag it
And I hide
Between sweet earth
And open sky,
Become mind-stilled
And content inside,
next to mountains
I'm the right size,
So I rise
With the wisdom
Of All My Relations,
Time my tides with 
My Mother Ocean,
And beckon inner wisdom
To run wild in my soul.

Lox


My Way Out West of Nowhere
     by Linda Whaley

I sit out yonder and I ponder at the wonder tossed asunder in the outback of my way out that is
way out west of nowhere and i hear the air displacement of a thousand tiny wings beating time
to their own tempo as they skitter to and fro chasing dinner or a date for a destiny with fate so to
mate and pass the moment onto future generations who will likely never wonder or just ponder
of the spell that they are under as they wing their way adroitly through the outback of my way
out as I watch them full of wonder and I ponder my own fate in my way out west of nowhere.

LMW


Still Yourself in Nature
     by Mokasiya

Please, hear this one desire to tell you
about getting still in your own nature,
like the summer water gone warm and stagnant
green with duck weed--
or in the mud, where we fail to see
the root going down, down into softness,
on the surface everything looks calm
until we close our eyes.

The lotus bed may bloom without our notice,
a blue dragon-fly lands on the stalk of our fingers,
a loon calls, as if the softness of fog
can awaken us--
may we always recall how to pray and play.

Here, look how this branch
curves into turquoise of sky and pond,
please, lie down on the good earth,
share one word over and under
until nothing left to do,
nothing to remember or explain--
this wild nature of your stillness
to go inside the violet flame.

Implore into your hands
as the sun passes along your heart,
be grateful for all we will never know
and be still in loving, all the parts.


To purchase a signed copy or information about my poetry books contact me at: mokalightpoetry@gmail.com

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Morning Sky and Western Sky
     by Sandy Mauck

Morning Sky sent Western Sky a gift today.
A blanket wove of purest pinks and blues.

All day they sat and waited
as Sun traversed the sky
until...at last,...at sunset...

Western sky sang back
his thank you
of Golden light resplendent with reds and wondrous purples.

"Dawn," he shouted.
"I send to you all my love with this mantle woven from your own sweet gift.
You are my one and only love."

As with a sigh, Eastern Sky
slipped on the mantle blue and pink
and gently, gently wore it round her shoulders
for all the world to see.

"I love you too," the East replied.  "Good bye, Goodbye."

West glowed with gold and peach 
 and just a hint of turquoise enticing her to stay.
But East knew it was time for her to go
"Goodbye, my love"
she reflected back and took her silent leave.

Without his Dawn, West settled down and began to fade toward sleep
Awaiting his beloved to touch his cheek
and waken him again.






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