Author Archives: Ute Kaboolian

Entirety Entered A poem by another poet invites the reader to enter in entirety entirety. I, reader, enter easily.

MAGIC I believe in magic, or I would not be here. I make magic when I dream, when I laugh or shed a tear. Since pure energy pervades me, floods each molecule and cell, since its waves are all around … Continue reading →

ODE TO PAIN Oh, throbbing knee and aching muscles behind the knee and down my leg. There is a knotted feeling deep inside my belly. Four of ten fingers swollen and sometimes full of pain. But I’m alive and kicking, … Continue reading →

ROSES Inviolate violet, pain-painted pansy in meadow and field, in loving splendor kissed by the sun, blessed by the rain. Rosetta roses in stained glass windows of steepled cathedrals, thrown down on the path in sharp splinters and shards for … Continue reading →

THE INNER EYE I hold my knee in both my hands and close my eyes in pain. Astonished, I view red open lips against my inner screen. With fascination I watch their transformation into a rose. The red rose lingers, … Continue reading →

BETWEEN TWO WORLDS It is hard to see both inside and out at the same time. We blink on and off. The black tunnel ends in white, leads back to darkness and again to the light, endlessly, ceaselessly, like the … Continue reading →

MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS, BUILDERS Mountain climbers know exhilaration. They reached the top, the top of one earth, the edge, the outside, the rim of one planet, this tiny time speck in the utter vastness of ALL. Feeling accomplished,. their minds never … Continue reading →

I SEE A TIMELESS MOUNTAIN among myriads of gestures of timeless times and soundless sound on a vast plain. I see its whiteness gleaming under seething suns, fading under moons, windswept, bare. I see mountain lions, eagles, a mountain climber. … Continue reading →