Humming on the High Wire
Forty Collected Poems by Connie Pwll Walck Tyler
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Contents:
Tightrope On the Death of a Friend
Going Home Mousie and Moon
Winter Solstice Mellow Yellow
Elidor Strawberry
The Path Poetry
Winter Descends Traveling
The Blackbirds Racism
The Wolf Breath
The Wind Wisdom
I Want My Mama Tibet
Love Strength
I Am Not Alone Chanting
Hum Flute
Red-tailed Hawk Parasumgate
Wild Spring Behold, the Jewel in the Lotus
Harvest Flame
Earthquake Creation/Destruction One
Whoopi Creation/Destruction Two
Kuan Yin Control
Dove Home
From page 12:
LOVE
Left alone
(the divinity cannot prevent
the anguish
and the pain)
I
Open my soul to the compassionate caring
of the Universe
(whispering,
yes, we understand,
we, too, have felt pain,
anguish and helplessness.)
The
Void is filled with faces, souls
(reaching arms ready to hold me
while I cry)
Eternally caring
they cheer me on,
but do not clear my path
of the tearing, rending obstacles.
I must, still,
find my own way.
From page 28:
Poetry
…
Poetry is a wisp of a word,
flowing downstream
sometimes smooth and oily,
dark and deep,
wrapping you in a rhythmic rope of rune,
or a rat a tat
mutter of matter
tripping shallowly
over the rippling rocks -
Poetry is a spring
flowing
from the soul,
a fountain
of the heart,
wellspring
of the brain.
And if it doesn’t rhyme,
That’s just fine.
