IN THE GORDON HOUSE
April 18, 2009
Earth Day takes place outside,
its lofted windows frame oak leaves
and blades of green. Here to make poems,
we dedicate this day to another way
of celebrating our world. With a footing
its cement block and cedar and glass
up into light. We write.
Our work –- one more creationrising from this Eden –-
reaches from ground toward sky.
full moon set orange as I rise
faithful early writer consider
cruel history chance chosen
according to birth time place
water browning lawn perfect
summer sequencing satirical
fortune fragile tough talking
words wing glad bloom bird
what conclude this outcome
personal mockery all caring
equal surely smug shattered
irony rewards none's virtue
LOVE SONG by Christopher M. Wicks (March 27, 2010)
Is there anything left of me
Should you deny me, there will be nothing
Should you accept me, I should be happy,
Skiing schussed away fogs -
A crystal clarity about priorities.
Mix endorphines and adrenaline,
Sprinkle lightly with commraderie,
Add white anticipation - that's skiing.
Uphill from the lodge - woven through
Innocent stands of fir trees - arteries -
That carry life blood. From top to bottom -
Places of transformation.
At the top of the chairlift, we're ready to
Dance with winter. The music of silence
And whispering trees give the nod :
We become one with the white ribbons
Some days our downhill runs
Are as smooth and light
As the snow that carries us.
We blend naturally with this soft
Side of winter.
At other times we're winter storms -
Attacking steep slopes, jumping
Off bumps, white missles flying
On ribbons. We beckon fear to
Hold our hearts - for a minute or two
.At dusk, we are renewed. Authentic
Feelings replace tangled wires
Of daily living - joy and peace step in -
For a while. We say goodbye to
Settled snowflakes - they wave back -
Each in her own way.