Monday, July 26, 2010



you drew
your circle
around yourself

I drew
my circle
around you
and your circle

Friday, July 23, 2010


© Gloria Smith 2010

Dreams wolves eyes shining
Sharing part of my soul's song
Wild to wild belong

Wolves eyes scorch the night
Glow green hot burning bright right
Into my sacred soul

Golden goblets shine
Liquid morning sunshine glows
Drink deeply sad soul

Blue Mountain Smoke Clings
To the Evergreens Birds Sing
Morning says Hello

Warriors Love's Knights
Armor clad Hearts clanging
Breast to Breast we rest

Butterflies tip toe
With rain soaked wings folded
Sunshine their Savior

Blue night discontent
Satisfaction eludes me
You are all I see

On a horse of fire
Riding the hot desert wind
To bring his desire

On a horse named longing
Rode all night in the valley of dreams
The path open to desire

On a horse named desire
In the valley of dreams I ride,
To see my lady longing
(Contributed by Kelvin Cook)

Friday, July 09, 2010


© Gloria Smith 2010

In my evening mirage
Of weariness
Of sadness
Of unfulfilled expectations
Of dreams kept too long
For a waking promise...
I walk to find you
But my arms are empty
Once more
Once more I abhor
The darkness 
And wish only
For the sunlight of morn
For the brilliant light
To put my fears to flight
I scorn the darkness
Unrealized dreams unborn
Lay still in the night
Just out of reach
Just beyond the touch
Of my soft fingers
Your memory lingers
As the scent of golden roses
Tipped in crimson
The crimson color of the life
Beating in my heart
The heart that beats for you
With an unanswered call
In the sleepless night
Of my haunted desire


© Gloria Smith 2010

I sat in the heat of the hot Summer's day
The wind wild and sweet
Whipped my gown around my feet
It's sultry scent was Jasmin laden
It bade me stay and while it played
It stirred the leaves of old Hickory trees
Simmering and shimmering
In searing waves of heat and hinted at relief
Little blue Chicory gloried in the shade
In the hot summer haze
Sunlight set the sky ablaze
There was no cure for
The desire of the day
No way to stop the fire
The Angels came
In their ecclesiastical attire
And prayed for Heaven's tears
To fall and save us all

The wind whipped my hair
Wildly around my face
Stirring a sultry scent of Jasmine
As you sweetly bade me stay
You wanted to play a lover's game
And so we lay in the shade
Beneath the old Hickory tree
You kissed me wild and sweet
Among the little blue Chicory
And set my heart ablaze
There is no cure for my desire
Once more you set my heart on fire
While the Angels blushed
And smiling turned away
The wood thrush sang boldly
High in the sky, as if to scold me
I prayed fervently for Heaven
To rush me your heart's key

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Emily Dickinson Biography On NPRs Fresh Air

The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

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New Biography Claims Emily Dickinson Had Epilepsy

"A week after Emily Dickinson died in 1886, her younger sister Lavinia opened drawers in the reclusive poet's bedroom and found a veritable treasure trove: nearly 1,800 poems, meticulously crafted by Dickinson during her lifetime.

But the discovery of the poems set off a multi-generational family feud within the Dickinson family over the poet's posthumous publication and her legacy. Writer Lyndall Gordon, a senior research fellow at St. Hilda's College, Oxford, describes the fight between Dickinson's sister-in-law Susan, and Susan's husband's mistress, Mabel Loomis Todd, in a new biography of Dickinson, Lives Like Loaded Guns."

Saturday, July 03, 2010

Cowboy Poetry Gathering - Elko, Nevada

Some poems about the event here

Guardian article
I've been at Elko's annual Cowboy Poetry Gathering, also a music festival, for a few days now, but it's not until Delafose's set that I realise what is unusual about this week. Unlike most cultural festivals, this isn't a tourist attraction: my foreign accent has been a source of continuous excited curiosity. This is a festival actually for the people it's meant to be for, a point Delafose makes much better from the stage.

"I guess," he says, "that like us, you might not make a lot of money. But it's a way of life, and we wouldn't have it any other way."