Facebook (67) THE TURNING POINT- CONTINUED: "THE TURNING POINT- CONTINUED
by Dianne Tchir on Saturday, July 24, 2010 at 10:01pm
later/now split tongues language
formulae, classification,legitimation
magical boxes spin, dissect, divorce
misfit parts from wholes to isolate
& synchronize language with
space/time
copyrighted: D.M.Tchir July 25,2010"
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Facebook (67) | The Turning Point
Facebook (67) The Turning Point: "The Turning Point
by Dianne Tchir on Sunday, August 29, 2010 at 2:50pm
i search word strings
images of my historicity
texts reveal yesteryears'
fathers of theology/science
philosophy/REALITY
mothers' silent tongues
curled back inside
stringing life's journey
in retrospect, a child is born
into a world already named
i mused my world, being~
seeing seasons yoke to cycles
of life~death ~rebirth
i wanted to know mother
nature's secrets
continued
copyright: Dianne M. Tchir
by Dianne Tchir on Sunday, August 29, 2010 at 2:50pm
i search word strings
images of my historicity
texts reveal yesteryears'
fathers of theology/science
philosophy/REALITY
mothers' silent tongues
curled back inside
stringing life's journey
in retrospect, a child is born
into a world already named
i mused my world, being~
seeing seasons yoke to cycles
of life~death ~rebirth
i wanted to know mother
nature's secrets
continued
copyright: Dianne M. Tchir
Facebook (67) | My Notes
Facebook (67) My Notes: "haiku
By Dianne Tchir · Sunday, August 29, 2010
misty waters flow
dew licks quiet grassy fields
sun salutations
lady butterfly
perfumes lilac spring morning
settles on the slough
the down pouring sheets
cover my naked window
my heart fibrillates
copyright: Dianne Tchir
By Dianne Tchir · Sunday, August 29, 2010
misty waters flow
dew licks quiet grassy fields
sun salutations
lady butterfly
perfumes lilac spring morning
settles on the slough
the down pouring sheets
cover my naked window
my heart fibrillates
copyright: Dianne Tchir
Facebook (67) | Timeless Beauty
Facebook (67) Timeless Beauty: "Timeless Beauty
by Dianne Tchir on Monday, July 26, 2010 at 11:27pm There is a timeless beauty in death
Splashes of gold and red weave
between lone pines that
stand untouched by frigid evening frost.
A full moon finds its reflection
bouncing beams across the glassy lake
crisp, cool yesterday whips white caps
shatters glass droplets that
crawl like stunned flies
The icy gusting wind grips gold and red
leaving poplar trees shivering
standing naked among the lone pines.
copyright: D.M. Tchir July26,2010"
by Dianne Tchir on Monday, July 26, 2010 at 11:27pm There is a timeless beauty in death
Splashes of gold and red weave
between lone pines that
stand untouched by frigid evening frost.
A full moon finds its reflection
bouncing beams across the glassy lake
crisp, cool yesterday whips white caps
shatters glass droplets that
crawl like stunned flies
The icy gusting wind grips gold and red
leaving poplar trees shivering
standing naked among the lone pines.
copyright: D.M. Tchir July26,2010"
Facebook (67) | Haiku
Facebook (67) Haiku: "Haiku
by Dianne Tchir on Sunday, August 29, 2010 at 2:43pm
soft flakes sparkle white
diamonds on tall pine tree boughs
I steal with my eyes
golden sun rays flood
open fields of growing wheat
heads burst to feed people
copyright: Dianne Tchir August 3,2010"
by Dianne Tchir on Sunday, August 29, 2010 at 2:43pm
soft flakes sparkle white
diamonds on tall pine tree boughs
I steal with my eyes
golden sun rays flood
open fields of growing wheat
heads burst to feed people
copyright: Dianne Tchir August 3,2010"
Facebook (66) | Dance Me
Facebook (66) Dance Me: "Dance Me
by Dianne Tchir on Sunday, August 29, 2010 at 2:54pm
The music gyrates, the beat pulsates
the pace and rhythm tingle
i retreat to
the starlit moonstruck sky
my hips roll and sway
my arms stretch~branching upward
fingers like feathers float in
the warmspun night air
my feet glide and leap on
the cool covered grassy earth
A thin veil of air separates bodies
the fragrant night intoxicates me as
i grasp the handle
of the Big Dipper and drink
my lips thirst for more
Celestial bodies in motion
dance me
copyright: Dianne Tchir
by Dianne Tchir on Sunday, August 29, 2010 at 2:54pm
The music gyrates, the beat pulsates
the pace and rhythm tingle
i retreat to
the starlit moonstruck sky
my hips roll and sway
my arms stretch~branching upward
fingers like feathers float in
the warmspun night air
my feet glide and leap on
the cool covered grassy earth
A thin veil of air separates bodies
the fragrant night intoxicates me as
i grasp the handle
of the Big Dipper and drink
my lips thirst for more
Celestial bodies in motion
dance me
copyright: Dianne Tchir
Facebook (66) | Magic Man
Facebook (66) Magic Man: "Magic Man
by Dianne Tchir on Sunday, August 29, 2010 at 2:52pmMagic man
your altar is sustenance
the totem releases
a spirit of control
you beckon the winds,sky,
earth and water
filling your being with soul
you celebrate life, death & rebirth
transcend your pain to find
self worth in childlike games
contracting your soul
copyright: D.M.Tchir Aug.5, 2010
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by Dianne Tchir on Sunday, August 29, 2010 at 2:52pmMagic man
your altar is sustenance
the totem releases
a spirit of control
you beckon the winds,sky,
earth and water
filling your being with soul
you celebrate life, death & rebirth
transcend your pain to find
self worth in childlike games
contracting your soul
copyright: D.M.Tchir Aug.5, 2010
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Monday, October 18, 2010
HAIKU
fall tree colours blend
coexist under one canvas
synchronize life's concert
earth,sun, air, water
divine cycle of victual
cosmic mortal food
copyright: Dianne Tchir October 18,2010
coexist under one canvas
synchronize life's concert
earth,sun, air, water
divine cycle of victual
cosmic mortal food
copyright: Dianne Tchir October 18,2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
THE FOREST IS NEVER LOST
Then, my children aged two years
stepped back in time
with visions of a holy place
the Escarpment was a sanctuary
caves became home &
adventures rose up
from the forest floor
They laid on cold rocky shelves
concealed by green soft spongy moss
then summer's forest canopy
was teased by FALL FROST &
blushed red & orange & gold
black moss betrayed barren rock
My children escaped to the caves
silence echoes their cries of the past
they are unable to grasp the holy place
Today we walk in the Fall Forest
My son with his daughters
feast on cranberries
i eat pine needles
Prana air fills our beings
many shades of green moss
conceal trunks and cold rock
My granddaughters are swept
from tree to tree as they play
forest children
Quietly, my son places
each on a shoulder &
climbs to the top of the hill
they listen to the solitude
of this holy place..
copyright: Dianne Tchir October 9,2010
stepped back in time
with visions of a holy place
the Escarpment was a sanctuary
caves became home &
adventures rose up
from the forest floor
They laid on cold rocky shelves
concealed by green soft spongy moss
then summer's forest canopy
was teased by FALL FROST &
blushed red & orange & gold
black moss betrayed barren rock
My children escaped to the caves
silence echoes their cries of the past
they are unable to grasp the holy place
Today we walk in the Fall Forest
My son with his daughters
feast on cranberries
i eat pine needles
Prana air fills our beings
many shades of green moss
conceal trunks and cold rock
My granddaughters are swept
from tree to tree as they play
forest children
Quietly, my son places
each on a shoulder &
climbs to the top of the hill
they listen to the solitude
of this holy place..
copyright: Dianne Tchir October 9,2010
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