becoming a name

when you become a name someone has to call you when you become a name someone has to remember you when you become a name a vibration is sent out into the wind a call a whisper will help you remember a time when a wild love made your whole being tremble and the trembling became the reason you decided to live ... indeed there was no other choice


when you become a name
someone has to call you
when you become a name
someone has to  remember you
when you become a name
a vibration is sent out into the wind
a call  
or   a whisper will help you remember
a time when    a
wild love  made your whole being tremble
and the trembling became  the reason
you decided to live
indeed
there was no other choice.

dagmar
date    unknown

Choix de Deux

"choix de deux"
after Rilke
for Lauren.

the angels dream
and yet we mortals act on their yearnings.

a dull yet burning
passion drives us
thru the night
when memory dims.

moving out of the silent garden
creating melodies of their own \
they sing out of shapeless lips

your hair they whisper
your breasts they sigh
the curve of your hips they cry

on winds awakened by deisire
we ride thru the night with lusts' slanted eye-view
clinging to the burning.

motions of tenderness shaped by unseen hands guide us
to open ever deeper the longing to become whole

and day by day
the scar will be
a well kept secret.

dagmar 2003

All who wander are not Lost...

"poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion: it is not the experience of personality, but an escape from personality. But of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these things".
T.S Eliot

Lost

this way
and that way
since before Dawn
the fisherman has been drifting
on the wide lake.

i come to the shore
to empty my mind
of myself
open my "other ear"
to the sound of water
lapping the shore and kissing my bare feet.

the search for simplicity...
always nearer than we desire!

now the burning mid day sun
beats through a hazy mist
density sets in.

i step knee deep in the water.


Rumi... that crazy lover speaks:
"Be melting snow
Wash yourself of yourself.


dagmar sophia.....
august 98'

beckoned to beer

Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance,
In what diviner moments of the day
Art thou most lovely? john keats

he gave me a "thumbs up" signal from his sidewalk cafe seat
a smile as broad as his Irish heritage would allow him
then beckoned with his youthful gesture to come, come and join him!

St. Patrick may have driven the snakes out of an Irish town , but this day in America the snakes come back and wallow in the drafts of beer being sucked down by descendents of the earthy lot known as the Irish whose love for good story may lead them to try almost anything.

for a moment, i the traveler thru a town full of green shirts and green beer
sitting still in my car waiting for the light to turn felt a stirring
thumbs up to Life thumbs up to the New Spring heralding !
thumbs up that
for a moment a youthful and mischevious sparkle in someone's eye
could put a smile on my face .
old enough to be his grandmother .... i thought
but , smiled at this lad anyway..... another time i gestured
and thanks for reminding me.

dagmar sophia

Haste

the German word "einfuling" means .. "seeing" something and the feeling it evokes which stimulates the inner response to create an outer response.

the stark contrast of winter's yet bare trees
the spring beauty's on the low ground beneath our feet
rising out of the brown debris of the earth's mantle
what glory what bravery what message do they bring from
the moist underground where they have lain asleep ?

in their eagerness they forget that some of us have not yet managed
the emergence from the darkness just yet
we lay asleep still in our muddled theories of redemption and forgiveness

it will take a little more time for us
to shed to brush off the sticks and stones
the layers of needing shelter a bit longer

oh sun oh lover of light
bear with us a little longer your patience
do not push too hastely ... lest our leaves burn
in our eagerness to blossom
without the wisdom
the darkness can also bring.

dagmar iris sophia

Hello..april showers

April  17th   2017

The "female rain"  as it is named by the Pueblo Indians
blesses the Earth today
and  I'am grateful .
my  retired body was aching with aches just at the thought of
looping and struggling with the  Garden Hose   to  nourish
the plants  who were crying to me in my sleeping hours last night
"we thirst"  !!
"Do not Forsake Us"!

they seek love and care from me
the Initiator , the compliciter for their Life
I who want to see them flourish
with my double thinking and  achy body
wonder as I tend to them

do they know how much i struggle?
how much i want to free myself or adjust myself to their needs and
still take care of  Me?
i try to quiet my mind
as i touch their plant bodies

The  Robins , Crows, and Woodpeckers
all mock  me  and my  disconnected thinking.

the morning passes  and still
The Gentle Rain   falls on my back
gently on the  Mint and the Sage
I breathe in the  fragrant air
and think
Be still    Accept   It.
It is not all in your Hands alone.