In the Pines

He balanced his hand
Sweat-locked from the chase.

A valiant ardor to his lady
Now, with his head reeling
he lay the pewter cup upon the stone.

With a heartfelt glace
and burdened limbs,
he set to rest.

Amber ash pulling him off to dream
Stuck like an insect.

The grey mares retreated
A falcon stood in the distance
as several deer in strident force
scuffed the ground and snorted.

Turbulent winds rushed round one tree
and then another.


His lady's fervent hands set around his,
nestling close in the pines.

Sonja Phinney ©1995

Aikido on the Shore

Faltering and then bending.
An everyday thing turned into such a horror.

Stress and release
Stress and release.

Hid beneath, in a burrow of past belongings,
haunted as hands touch them.

Slower now as the scanner processes.
Breathing forward, hands at side.

The wave is in motion.
Gaining and falling.

Released into mist.

-Sonja J. Johnston © 1995

Kismet

I was caught in my power of words.
I built a snare for us to get stuck in.
Ashamed of the happiness stolen.
My love with an ardor
has the passion of a moth.

-Sonja Phinney © 1991