In Collaboration I

by Santeyio on March 2, 2016

A few months ago I wrote this poem with Chloe Richardson. She wrote the first line, I the second, she the third, etc. until the end. Turned out quite lovely I think.

In Collaboration I

Luna’s dipping through the clouds, white behind the gray and rose.
Fall is treading softly on the winds of summer’s close.
Demeter pulls invisibly at leaves, at fruit, to bring the year to birth or death
And breathes among the branches of the trees her chilly breath.

She is restless, ceaseless, with maddening sweetness whisking the world towards dust,
Her heavy sighs and clear, crisp form are full of wanderlust.
The land is full of movement, lightened of fruit, confessed of grain,
Autumn’s measured, hurried stride whisks leaves to an ancient refrain.

Ready Taurids and Leonids flee cold heaven, flaming, crumbling,
Like the swallows and geese fleeing the snow, soon to be swirling, tumbling.
And though all things are leaving, still are they coming home,
For there, in the end, will all be drawn, even them that roam.

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New Day

by Santeyio on February 1, 2016

It is a new day.
The waking sun smiles,
And life is good.
A chance to work hard,
And a God who loves me.
What more can I ask?

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Idaho

November 27, 2015

I will miss the rolling hills and fields of Idaho. As George and I were driving to the airport I gazed across the brown turned up earth and noticed a half moon hanging wistfully in the late afternoon sky, gazing maternally over the same fields as me. I haven’t slept much this week and drank [...]

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The Hill

November 21, 2015

I was sitting out in the field for a while, up on the hill in Potlatch Idaho, watching the clouds billow over Moscow mountain in the distance, the wind buffeting the right side of my face. I tried to quiet myself but found that ‘mama’ by My Chemical Romance insisted on playing in my mind [...]

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Dearest Sister

October 18, 2015

I write to you about hope. At times, as you have said, it is easy to become cynical and judgmental of people. Truly there is much darkness in the world, and sometimes the suffering and pain, the anger and injustice that surrounds us is overwhelming. But here, when all we can see is the darkness, [...]

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A Few Quotes From Lilith

September 8, 2015

In the past few months I have read two of George MacDonald’s books: At the Back of the North Wind and Lilith. Both have profoundly impacted my soul. If Phantastes was the most beautiful book I have read, At the Back of the North Wind was the most innocent, and Lilith the most profound. As [...]

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Indecisive Skies and Here

September 1, 2015

Two poems I wrote a month or two back. Indecisive Skies Have you ever seen the sky When it can’t decide whether to be orange or pink? Sometimes I wonder If that’s just a reflection Of my own indecisiveness. Here Here I am. Where, exactly; I don’t know. I wonder, sometimes, How much where really [...]

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Leaving Home

June 16, 2015

A sadness swells up in my heart as I lie here on the little balcony overlooking the kitchen in our house on 617 Russell Ave Suffield CT, the last night we can call this ‘our’ house. There are so many memories in this building and on these grounds. I stood over the embers of our [...]

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Leaving Malta

May 22, 2015

Another journal entry from Malta As I sit here on the water looking out at Valletta on my last day in Malta, many half thoughts and loose ends of ideas and unfinished emotions float through my conciousness. I wonder how conscious I actually am, though. It’s strange as I think about Mary talking about how [...]

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Reflections from Malta

May 22, 2015

A journal entry from Malta Today, Sunday, I spent the day sitting on a sun bathed balcony. Last night I spent many hours with Emmi and Annina, sitting around the table drinking La Towere Trebbiano and Shiraz, talking about life. We talked about language, English and Finnish, about our families, where we come from, music. Emmi [...]

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