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CA Guilfoyle Feb 2015
It is nothing hard to reach, looking outward
countless distractions, how they move me about
I play a game, circling moon-blue rings of sky
see a rivulet of stars quiver by.

It is nothing easy, fretful, I tremble with night
dark unnerving path, I run and hide
amble, fumble my way to reach inside.

It is something worthwhile at times to swallow a river
dredge miles of soul, to crumble stony towers
reconstruct this apprenticeship
slipping back into softness.
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2016
When I write these things
my thoughts fly with birds
sometimes grey in storms
sometimes winged in skies
so feathery

When I sing this song
my heart goes in beats, bittersweet
sometimes heavy held, my sorrow spilled
sometimes warmed, red flushed
and fluttery

When I paint this canvas
my brush moves in labyrinthine moods
sometimes shades, darkest blue cerulean
sometimes flowers white, soft as clouds
upon the page, floating heavenly
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
When I am traveling, long  
the days and sweat of trains, window games  
play of strangers, lonely stray
and I with no escape, but my mind to fly away
will meditate, sink deep into my seat
to disappear, into other worlds
far from my destination
derailed from expectation
like the mad seeking of the sun
when only moons will come
awaiting a friend, a hand to hold
the lonesome of traveling alone
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2014
Still lingering, clouds meandering
layered upon this lazy blue day
birds fly in and out of view
surrounded by mountains
as if a painting, surreal
the desert drinks us dry
leaves us far behind
there is no separate mind
we sit for days and nights amidst the sands
breathe in sync with this sacred land
chasing butterflies from our heads
losing all the words ever said
day is nearly done, the time has come
soon to sleep and dream
never of this place
again
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2016
On days like this
cool, with little winds
desert birds forage for sticks
they build nests perched in cactus
some build green in palo verde trees
always I think of baby birds in spring
hatchlings, the fledglings that fly
I travel far beyond the noise of towns
watch the movement of cooling clouds
the roundness of rain upon the ground
the grey banked scurrilous skies
of hurried birds, their silhouettes before a storm
daisies that close, cold amid the stones
beneath where snakes and lizards go
slither and crawl in this landscape of saguaros
and I, ever tethered can only dream to fly.
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2014
Driving south
only cactus go by
my skin hot, dry
peel of my lips
taste how sweat drips
melt behind this wheel
sink into surreal
this road to Mexico
slow the air of black crows
slow the circling of death's bones
cool riverbed, just ahead
driven from my home
drift, I float this desert ocean
dance this floor
alone
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
Crushing you've come, traipsing through
my fruits and flowers, to stalk after dark, my heart
disguised in scented garlands, your secret blood and art
do you think me cruel, maybe a fool, or maybe
just a lover of summer white moons
with stars and tricks and the air too hot
my mind is asunder, I've fallen under
hypnotic spells you weave
and now it's really
far too late
to leave
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2014
High in hills, drift the clouds - of sun it kills
wind barren path strung low with lichen laid
starry flowers, pale white, soft a blanket made
amidst dawn's dewy moss, footprints pressed
leading up and outward toward the day
the sky, through all of time, only a spiral
how earth makes it's way
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2016
White fleshed the wild roots
cold in caves of soil the bulbs, the tubers
burst through aged brown clay, wet through mud slick rains
sun drunk buds of tulip leaves, petals painted pink
bird chirp and groan of ponds, a soft bedded mossy home
of woven fern and forest fronds, home to night's invisible frogs
white moon dogwood blooms, calls heard lovelorn
through an open window.
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2015
This valley, belly and backboned
a blanket of snow - stitched and gone
textured trees, willows wind blown
here where an early moon heaven still hovers
here amid the last smoking sky of cold
a chirping of morning birds unfolds
singing a gleeful goodbye to the moon night
winging before the sunrise
the blooming of daffodil springtime
and too, wisteria tangled vines will climb
reach for the calm of violet skies.
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
her face, moonlight, diffused
pure art, creamy, curved
hands of finest sculpture
alabaster smoothed
delicate strands, her hair
of softest gold
floats, she dwells in stars
Venus, high priestess
magnetic force above
ever invincible
ruler of love
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2017
In Florida
the beach cut in half
cool sun baked cake, one side blue
the other side white in swirling sands
and after the waves of tide left
birds stamped footprints, webbed and wet
disappearing in the afternoon sun
sand art lost and windswept.
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2012
Fun house hallways
fell you in tumultuous upheavals
Inner child life denials
Crooked smiling rooms, left for your weeping
Leaky faucets poured you - sinking
Feet that stuck to sticky floors, your heart of hide and seeking
CA Guilfoyle Oct 2013
Stone cold, the blackening sky, stole our field of flowers,
soon seeds of dandelions washed away
in watercolor charcoal skies
gone grey.

Tomorrow
all the brightest colors
a mourning
away.
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2015
Swift, the rain in colors grey
black the daylight whisked away
by steely skies, charcoal smudged
the ashen clouds amid blowing winds
surreal this field, this pelted land
the scream of hurried birds, that scatter
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2014
Waterfall, the swell of rains will come
fierce a wind that takes our breath and then is gone
the mad sailing, that leaves us to the wild seas
borne of oceans, ripped away, lost to vacant longings
we wait the temperamental moons of coming, going
always seeking for other shores, anchors
to hold our souls, unchained, reclaimed
in foreign lands, hearts to mend
and still another storm
will come
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2012
I watched
first the thunder
booming, black of storm
All the gathering - flocks, clouds
leaves piled, blew
Windy gray the day deepened
void of birds singing
Breaking branches - cracked the gloom of dawn
all the scurry, dark forest floor so weary
Soon the rain began - a flood
death's pooled lake of drowning
Ashen skies of furry, tumultuous blowing
ripped awake the day
Washing wet the soiled  
stains of blood
my soul
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2012
Strange music shook the mourning hour - waking
crash landing dreams, my sleepy ways forsaken
Til under other slumber I fell
to walk a lilting lake, green lily pads to float me
White petaled boats, lotus watery bloomed
other worlds sailed my dreaming room
strange music froggy
deeply toned
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2012
I always take you in
the way you lie
on your back, exposing underbelly
Twitchy, tricky tale of you
scratching up my legs
you quickly turn
next moment fully purred
You haunt me in the night
hungry on the prowl
whiskers brushing skin
fierce in your growl
You never had to try
so hard, every trick in the book
your forlorn eyes
clawing caught me hooked
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2013
A stand of oaks, ringing round in summer leaves of grassy greens
twisty branches quivering light in wind's of dusky breeze
Beyond this sky of crimson day, far awaits a starry field to bloom
and melts the sun into black
swift before the moon
CA Guilfoyle Sep 2015
Thirsty, a parched pale yellow
this milkweed, dandelion field
dried silky seeds blowing wild
hot cracking leaves
lightning trees afire
forests and burning meadows
with eyes that sting
I can but see, spectrally
the smokey sun
breathe a deathly air
that chokes the lungs
creatures gasp and run
in moments ever dire
they flee frightfully
amid falling trees
of fire.
This has been a horrendous summer for forest fires within the North Western US
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2013
Over the rooftops, windows and treetops - came sun
summer magenta, morning of skies will come.
Singing in silvery shadows, hummingbird drinking in penstemons
a day dappled in sun and sun, til evening late in brightest moon to light this earthly dome.
All the yesterdays sailing on, beyond the dark and stars.
How fast and far to roam, all the days
that come and come.
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
That time in summer's red, the hilly sands I climbed
willow grass woven white with yarrow, fragrantly entwined
my eyes softened in sea drift's tide, of puddled shallows
ocean sang in rising waves, wild sea kelp tangled
sun slept scarce hours, it's shining seaward beams
that only leave as the final silhouette
vanishes into night's dream
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2012
That time in summer's red, the hilly sands I climbed
willow grass woven white with yarrow, fragrantly entwined
my eyes softened in sea drift's tide, of puddled shallows
ocean sang in rising waves, wild sea kelp tangled
sun slept scarce hours, it's shining seaward beams
that only leave as the final silhouette
vanishes into night's dream
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2014
Woods, the birds on branches, swing
words, the forest trees, will sing
of summer winds, a leafy song of green
blue the sky is painting, not a cloud
only the sparkling of sun, a song
of mosses warmed, a fragrance undone
black and fuzzy yellow bees, circle hypnotically
tiny hunters, drunk with pollen, disappearing
in the tiger lily towers, and fly they
home to serve a sacred queen
all the day, the sweetness
of gathering honey
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2013
The hills tumbling, daisy stemmed, a floating sea of wild flowers,
white petaled, beaches and waves in rolling summer meadows.
Clouds come, caressing long summer grasses,
blowing sweetly fields, scented warm
before the rain

Thistle crowned flowers cracked, a tiny finch, splitting seeds
swift before the storm, soon flies afar to leafy trees
awaits again the golden summer
of the sun
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2013
Oh green I sing, of wings and birds across blue morning sky
with summer sounds, willows round the floating pond
dipping gently by.

Warm winds play music soft
through leaves and reeds, they sing
gathering in the transient breeze.

Under leafy trees of sunlight and shadows
all the day I rest my head
breathe sweet the flowering fields
never shall I leave this place
nor want for any sweeter heaven.
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2015
Oh green I sing, of wings and birds across blue morning sky
with summer sounds, willows round the floating pond
dipping gently by.

Warm winds play music soft
through leaves and reeds they sing
gathering in the transient breeze.

All the day I rest my head
breathe sweet the flowering fields
and never shall I leave this place
nor want for any sweeter heaven.
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2013
Winds cannot whittle away this morning, blowing through my waking window
sweet, they only sing me from sleep and bring to me, birds I've heard in other dreamy dawns.
Joyful, thinking of friends to meet, along the streets or on soft summer lawns,
watching - like a magic trick, waiting for surprise,
now orange, pink, red upon my bed,
a world of dazzling skies!
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2013
I came to know that all is borrowed,
even time
One day I bought a property, thinking it mine
as if I could somehow claim it - that which is truly wild,
perhaps appears temporarily tamed
shall one day be reclaimed,
swallowed by time
no memory,
no name
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2014
If you could look my way
maybe you would
stay?
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2013
Tiny flowers, songs in violet shades played, ringing round oaks
spilling on the mossy lawn
Songs of birds swirled sweet the air
and flew the cold of winter's caging, gone the snowdrops melting

Sunny - yellow willow, ever graceful
flowing breezy, leafy vines
sing soft of life, sweet the air
of your budding time

Tomorrow's path of hyacinth will bloom
to light the days, sweeping fragrantly all the hours of moon
tulips of apeldoorn bursting red, in a field of Spring, how sweet the air
soon far off in scented hills of green
CA Guilfoyle Feb 2014
better to go barefoot, on glass
running to catch trains,
going anywhere
one way
to find you are real
blood stained tracks
to make you feel

go far from loveless rooms
where monsters stir  
under bitter yellow moons

leave behind hollow tarnished flutes
playing cruel notes
of a blinded, deafening past

play loud
a new song  
blissful notes ever
resolute
CA Guilfoyle May 2013
The sun sprung from blackest clouds
tears and stars were raining, little meteors
red before the dawn
I seek to sing asleep
troubles, phantoms deep
my sleepy ghosts still awake
have stayed much too late
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2013
To the trees, to sun
to birds and the ways of love
to breath - I thank you
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2014
To the trees, to sun
to birds and the ways of love
to breath - I thank you
CA Guilfoyle Oct 2016
On mornings like this, I have pressing things
on my mind - digging and weeding, uncovering things
I lay here thinking of that time last spring
wandering the green fields, or in the canyon lands
under a skyful of blue, and I can't seem to move
cannot rise from this bed, I play records
spinning round my head, I play records on repeat
the bittersweet of you and me.
CA Guilfoyle Jan 2015
By these woods I've come, wildly green
mossy step of days, long the forest rain
refresh my breath, breathe deep of trees
hovering grey ghostly steam
the smoking warmth of sun that comes
to sing with birds, perched upon
soft sword and leather fern
laced with berries wild
and faeries good
sing green of home
they wildly roam, safe amid
the bracken woods
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2015
I sit here, brood
a twisted mood
think how
to forward move
how to undo
a tricky tightrope wobble
people pulling me
I cannot walk straight
need time to deflate
lose these traps
want to break free
of the need
want to find me
really love me
please go away
you cannot touch me
cannot know me
or go with me
cannot show me
anything I need
from you
I am the juice
the fire
the truth
the liar
you are reflecting
back to me
places I do not desire
I am feeling
dismayed
afraid
of the price
I've paid
now is the breakaway
the reckoning day
no plane
no train
no half insane
free to go
free to assail
derail myself
from you
far and
gone.
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2015
There was a bird that time, a flicker
they always remind me of you
the melt of spring fever, the tapping on the roof
how like snow the petals flew
that window, the rain, the rainbows too
the breath and sigh of you
our springtime walks
the way the forest talked
soon of summer to come
we were completely undone
unchained in the falling rains
sweet like music the call
of your name.
written for Jim
CA Guilfoyle Apr 2015
Alone, this time is slow
though for you faster, I know
out of reach, we do not touch
cannot speak of two
all day I only think in blue
climb these craggy trees
to hide myself away
lay in the seaweed sways
wait the night to swallow
my lonesome day
oh and then the cruel stars
the ones you named
appear, to shine
and speak of you
in vain
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2013
I could only see with dreaming eyes a place so vast within
impossible waters to cross, if only to fly to other side
blue water to turn to ice, and full of joy
I could go skating by, twirling to the sky
when all the meadow flowers would fully bloom
and turn to starry showers
of petals raining
in my room
CA Guilfoyle Jan 2017
The afternoon sky with its wine dark clouds
red blushed and blue, moments before the rain drenching greys
the scurrilous skies, the black winged silhouettes that fly
amid the cactus trees, thick with chaparral
a total reconstruction of sunny soft memories
this cold tumbling storm that moves overhead
to form, this desert raining lake.
CA Guilfoyle Jan 2015
Driving east, I leave the sun,
still behind mountains, to burn
east, vastly deep, cold cool desert
early before mirages sweep in waves
oceans of stones, smoothed round
flooding, tumbling cactus down
early, under dawn's flowing gown
billowing, red sky of fire
on back roads, Apache trails
seeking souls, lost within the Dragoons
rest, I sleep amid ancient bones
celebrate, dance with ancestral ghosts 
free, our spirits roam
the Cochise stronghold
This poem refers to the Dragoon mountains, located in Southern Arizona
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2012
Your eyes are blue water
subterranean caves, swimming

you are the sun moving across summer fields
daisies always dancing toward your feet

an uprooted child, replanted
you flourish in earth and sky

dirt black hands in loamy soils
deeply rooted from the core

your salty, sweet red apple lips
are orchard fruits and fields to kiss

your arms hold worlds of weight
they are fragrant flowers, embracing grace

gentle as wings touching still waters
you are rainfall, washing
true as water
CA Guilfoyle Mar 2015
Early, this silent earth
in the stillness before sound comes
before the sky, the narrow line of light that forms
my ears not yet attuned to this world
search for noise, waiting for the first bird
then soon a chiming bell of birds
a cactus wren that comes to drink of sun
or deeply sweet, the air with mourning doves
that woo and coo before the dawn
a soothing balm, a bliss that fills my head
CA Guilfoyle May 2015
I woke early to silence
but for the whirring of a fan
the stillness before dawn
I wrote these words
though they never convey
the pure heart of morning
or pure the song of the first bird.
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2018
All day long with clouds and birds
greens and blues moving through the water
I wish my fingers were water color crayons
to paint these scenes on leaves of paper
to capture water drops on stones, lighter, darker
the sky, the soft rain I taste
all the ways I lived this day.
In the morning to wake up
deep and breathing in
an ancient forest.
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
Grow organic gardens, untainted seeds, saved and collected
plow the dirt, rich red earth, autumn's bountiful birth
food pure and wild, to eat - a way of life!

we cannot thrive in unearthly soils
in their poisonous, GMO field of spoils

awaken from our sleeping denials
autism, sickness born in the chemical fields
all the killing of you and I
I am most concerned about the direction of the world's food supplies, and especially here in the USA. We are being bamboozled by the big Food corps, they have continually spent millions of dollars to insure that proper labeling of their Gmo foods, laden with pesticides, and harmful chemicals, will remain status  quo, therefore keeping the general public in the dark. This is a huge issue folks. Much of our modern day illnesses can be traced to our diets and the foods we eat. I urge you to boycott these big brand names - VOTE with your wallet.

The GMA, whose 300-plus members include Monsanto, Coca-Cola, and General Mills, is also pushing a Congressional bill called the "Safe and Accurate Food Labeling Act of 2014."11 The bill, dubbed the "DARK" (Denying Americans the Right to Know) Act, would actually preempt all states from passing GMO labeling laws

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