Reflected (1976)

Reflected in the eye
of the dragonfly,
I saw the tiny world
and me.

As if nothing had happened.
as if he had never been,
He died, and no one knew.

I watched him,
As if nothing had happened
He kept on walking.
Deep inside he cried.

Of Grief (1990)

Is facing reality
without distortions -
the agony of powerlessness?
Letting go of distorting expectations
and then allowing in -
internalizing the good…

Accepting no rescue,
only I can be for me.
Fighting no loss,
no disconnection,
needing to accept
its inevitability.

If I can grieve,
perhaps I can be for me,
and then welcome in
with loving.

Wisdom comes
but putting into action or feelings,
is another story.

Today I still walk
with anger/stress,
frustration, distrust.
Pessimistic judgment of men.

Fear (1974)

As my mind was enveloped
In a soft, gray mist,
I saw a light shine through.
I screamed:
Help me!
The light blinked
and was gone.

War and Grief (1973)

There is a place across the sea
where people share their joys and grief
and don't go their separate ways
So different are they than this
"Each for himself" way of life.

It is happy and beautiful there,
but now they're in a grip of war,
and grief and loss abound.
The people go to work and back
no more with joy or smiles,
eyes are filled with pain and worry.

They walk like ants
trying to get around a wall;
So purposeful yet knowing not
of their foreboding fate.
Then suddenly they all awake
hearing the beep before the news.
It echoes through the country
as they all gather around.

Then all is stopped - - so still
you could hear a pussycat's tail
waving in the wind.
not even eyeballs rasping.
The men in bunkers in the ground
The women and children waiting.

All is silent except the radio,
piercing through the streets
announcing to them all
another son is dead.
Each person in that country
each heart laments and bleedsv for every slain son.

The mother and the wife
languish in each other's arms,
Then all rise up with wounded hearts
and continue on with life.
Each death - a wound to all who live there.

Yet here our men were taken to war
and died by the tens of thousands
and no one seemed to care at all,
except those who got the telegrams.
Was mourning just their own?

They Took Him Away (1975)

I once had a dream
about a man that smiled.
They came and took him away.