Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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Here, now

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Your presence moves me
Inside and out
Till I am all wind, all flight
Curling and wafting with each breath
Kindling with internal light
This, this must hold the essence
Of what I am to bring forth
What I am to move in the world

I turn again, skin on skin
What brightness! Power coiled within
A rushing wordlessness, a silence
That cries a mantra to itself
This! This is what I came for
Here, here is where I am

The endless softness
Reunion of our lips
A different being, long preceding us
Moves within us, teaching us with touch
Its ancient mysteries
In each exchange, so much.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 2, 2011



Day’s report

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Today has been a day of
rolling sails and stowing tarps
moving boards and loading scrap
folding cranes and writing prayers
hosing down the floor
While the sky has had a way of
rolling out stills 
from a dance
on a grand scale
dark gray flecked across white
white gliding into blue
bright display of pink
hastening towards dusk.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 1. 2011



Counting down

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As days grow fewer
Till your arrival
I begin
To slide into longing
A dislodging of attention
From the here and now
To very soon
When you’ll see me
Watching for you
And I’ll see you seeing me.
These brilliant days
I will to stay
To be here for your eyes
These crickets
For your soothing 
These nights
For you.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 30, 2011



Gifts of Presence

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After we talked
I sat in the dark
feeling the gift that she gave
like stars after a storm
like swans that suddenly appear
swimming under the dock
a whole family
youngsters almost grown
still gray, unflying
Such a trust they gave me then to swim so close
Such a trust she gave me now to sit so near
to let my words enfold her in my love
and let us both be lifted by our truth
Of all the things today I might remember
the stormy wind, our daring swims
togetherness and cookies
the strongest ones of all
will be the gifts
of presence.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 29, 2011



Bicycle Soliloquey

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Fog turns thought inward
While vapors collecting turn my arm hairs white
And touch my face like many small kisses
This I want:
For all my light within to signal
From the source that it reflects
For me to see in other mirrors
That same light my heart collects
For it to radiate in splendor
So each mirror bearer knows
How much glory we engender
How intense our essence glows
I want it more than owning
More than praise
More than knowing
That I’m held in someone’s heart
(Tempting desires that always disappoint)
While being lights together
Satisfies my need forever
And fulfills
Hopes I never fully dare express
Unity, collective happiness.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 27, 2011



Waiting for the storm

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The day is long, slow, hot
I move in viscous languor
through the tasks that are not urgent
but must be done before tomorrow’s urgent ones
Hang sails to dry, fold them
Do laundry, put things away
while others move the boats and cars
to higher ground
No sign in this day
of what may touch down in two
except self-conscious need to not be frivelous
as we track the storm’s path north
and wait.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 26, 2011



Phases of the Heart

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Perhaps the heart
has phases like the moon
that rolls on many orbits
the changing time of rise and set
a north, then southward track across the sky
it opens forth, revealing all its light
then closes slowly, gradually concealing
turning itself inward
for a quiet time of coming new

Perhaps the heart
moves on a track of years
years of staying open for its loved ones’ early steps
for hopes, for fears
for storms that thrash within
and drag it
through memory’s detritus, stinging new
open to the blooming and the triumphs, too
growing with each love, pushing out its edge.

Perhaps one day the heart decides
their arcs are safe, its work complete
and so relaxes back into itself
no longer surged by every storm

And still the heart moves on a track of days
you may not see its wax and wane
its change of time of rise and set
but when you look
you find it in its place
full, crescent, new
forever learning grace.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2011



Katama Beach, early morning

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The wind and clouds
as I approach
toss mystery on the day
gray, stormy, salty
soft with summer’s warm humidity
The smell of ocean first
and then the sound
compel excitement as I pedal closer
To see it throws me open to its full embrace
and I know: this is why I came.

Waves entranced in fervent dance
beneath the racing shifting clouds
roll and clap, swoosh, recede
salt spray flying out from each wave’s crashing

My feet sink into coarse deep sand
that slopes down to the sea
the foam leaps forth and licks my toes
and sometimes splashes me.

The eastern sky grows pearly, luminescent
The wet slick sand takes on a muted glow
Then bits of blue, in mirrored sand reflected
throughout the vista soon begin to show

till all the sky is clear, and all the water royal
and white is bright in clouds and foam
and liquid sun pours out across the water
as I begin my journey home.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 23, 2011


End of day

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end of day
wounds return from their adventures
thoughts grow quiet 
lights go down
and my body
curls up inside myself
like a child
to be held
to be healed
to be whole
in the deep trust of sleep
sure that Mind
will re-image every cell
realign every thought
knit all broken parts together
and come morning
shine my being through me once again.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 21, 2011