Category Archives: Metaphysical Poetry

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 →

THERE IS A LAND If waking we imagined the way we do in our dreams we’d wake up in a thousand places we’d wear a million different faces. Then, if we were aware of one, one face, one life, and … Continue reading →

THERE COMES A TIME There comes a time when quick as a flash life zips, tips and tramples outworn ideas. All seems like a dream too strange to consider stark real. It is then that I feel, hidden somewhere, a … Continue reading →

THE SOLITARY EAGLE    Dedicated to RUBURT In the fall of 1984, I, Ute, witnessed an event. Though dreaming, I am wide awake and stand upon a mountain. I lift my eyes. The blue of sky above me, against it, … Continue reading →