Tuesday, January 25, 2011


Survival is cave art
today i am the hunter
ravens circle where warm
remains fill the air with
the fresh smell of blood

Hot blades of sunshine dice
dying fields of gold
i crawl in camo on my belly
face the cool earth
breathe in the west wind
worm under the barbwire fence

The piercing bullet
made with precision is
loaded into the rifle
set on to a tripod
i sit legs outstretched
on the cold earth &
take aim with safety off

i see the whitetail in
the crosshairs
breathe deeply in & fully exhale out
squeeze the trigger

The deer's legs fold
at her knees
bone shatters, splits
dark red blood streaks
over muscle/meat
interconnecting me

ice rasps down my spine
thin membranes of memories split
scatter to bits
i straighten up
we walk to tag the deer~meat
the field is void of feelings
i am an omnivore

We skin, cut and wrap
grind to make burger
the fresh meat becomes
tonight's chilli

Coyote & wolves
ravens & magpies will share
this circle of living

copyright: Dianne Tchir December 30,2010


We entwine meaningful moments
pay our dues to claim
bird,tree & sky

We live together &
apart forever
the very sight of you
means loss to me

Anticipation becomes
silent tears as you
hold my cheeks in
your strong hands

A kiss is locked in time
like the words...
i love you...i love you
unable to let go

i cannot breathe as
i leave the echoes
of your room

copyright:Dianne Tchir Dec.30,2010