My words fly up

I am a cog.
But my words and ideas form on the lips of greatness.

Spoken leader-to-leader, my words are shared with the sharpest minds
those at the forefront of this messy attempt to wrangle the incalculable losses,
to build a shared sense of responsibility.

The words I write pass onward and up, hand to hand, through to the highest level;
I watch as they go.

From this vantage point, I begin. I answer the questions before they are asked,
words on a page – my words –
I propose the way forward then wait to see what changes are made.

I can see it all before me, the global shifting, the positioning and posturing,
leaders of countries and ideas, pushing solutions, approaches, agendas.

I bring the thoughts and ideas of others together, woven through with my own.
I am the knitter of words.

It all comes to me. The questions, the taskings the seeking of views;
what should we say, what would we do, think and get back to us.
And I do.


My day, my always amazing and often exhausting job, described from the final stage, all the way back to the beginning for NaPoWriMo’s suggestion to tell a story in reverse on day 28. The title is taken from a line in Hamlet.

Away with the birds

A silent city wilderness hides, moss-covered and leaf-whipped,
beyond glorious warm sun-glare, under deep blue, between rapids and lake;
here, otherworld creatures take hold.
Migrating bird-throngs fluttering, gathering, disperse and reform
blackbirds’ tumbling, belting cries ease city rumble
cardinal flashes ignite branches and thickets
and distant white river-flocks mimic last season’s snowdrifts.

In deeper, forest-dampered stillness
juncos, sapsuckers and nuthatches abound
chickadees gather and woodpeckers echo
and a small squinting owl
tree-peeks, half-sleeping in nest-hole.

Oh, to spend an hour and another hour still
a wild woodland morning strengthens spiritless will.


A longer-lined poem for NaPoWriMo day 27, inspired by a morning spent birding. 

Spring’s anthem


Sun over cattails, Copyright Silverleaf 2016

Bluebell carpets grace tree shadows now
Another verse in spring’s anthem

Flowers, earth-sprung, where yesterday saw none
Another verse in spring’s anthem

Bird-trills lullaby evening’s slow-sinking sun
Another verse in spring’s anthem

North Wind lifts and lilts last year’s fattened cat tails
Another verse in spring’s anthem

Stark lace-patterned trees tie mud to sky
Another verse in spring’s anthem

This fair-weather season, wild and new,
Just another verse in spring’s anthem.

A call-and-response poem for NaPoWriMo day 26.

You will go far: Pocket Wisdom

Perfectly whipped egg whites 
make for a fortunate life
(practice makes perfect),
while change can hurt
it leads a path to something better –
don’t panic; trust your smile
it will tell you what makes you feel good,
know that two days from now
tomorrow will be yesterday,
the past only a memory,
the future a dream
but a dream that will come true,
for land is always on the mind of a flying bird.
In the end, remember he who dies with the most toys, still dies.
Then, whip the egg whites and
keep smiling!

A fortune cookie poem for NaPoWriMo day 13.