Collected Poems

[Beruthiel's cat]

I'm starting a thread for my poems -- many of which are buried in a file cabinet in my basement behind a pile of lumber that I can't move at the moment...

I do have one (of very recent vintage) that I'd like to share and get comments on.

More work will be forthcoming -- once I get around the wood pile.

Thank you!

Passing Metaphor (a poem by Beruthiel's cat)

Sometimes you watch it go
like water through fingers.

Sometimes you pray it stays
and grip tightly.

It's the tide
flowing, ebbing
on your shore --

erroding sand,
returning it --

can't be kept,
won't go away --

measures breath,
measures death --

all things,
no things --

sifts, shifts,
sleeps, wakes --

makes and unmakes.