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Morning at Shaw Island

by

Diane Klammer

Let the distant foghorn
fade
While songbirds chatter us awake
Let fiery chariots of the east
reflect
On gray expanses
Of opaque glass ocean
Let all who will
awaken
Wipe the sleep from rested eyes
Feel each sore muscle
ease
Into damp clothing
As a fire crackles in the stove
Let morning come

Let the gentle
Rumble
Of a passing boat
Drift away into distant sunshine

Let pink clouds
part
allowing golden light
to pour
Over fallen leaves
let dances of shadows
reveal rustling of diurnal creatures
As they begin
To discover new promises
Let morning come

Let the hum and bustle
Of day workers
Begin
As they gossip
Another boat in
They mingle their banter with
The song of the ferry
Let crisp cool air
Alive with salt sea fragrance
Awaken every pore as we hike along
A new day
Let morning come

To the tides of the bay
The ripple of wind
Over grassy meadows
To the trusting blossoms opening again
Their petals
To see life hidden underneath
Azure platforms
Perceiving watery diffuse light
To the gliding of the seal the eagle
The wide eyed doe
Let morning come

The days are summer long
Softening into evenings
outlined
By crimson sunsets
Bringing in the brightness of
A thousand stars
A bonfire

The island will slowly take off its colors
Put them away into cedar chests
Retreat into patchwork quilt rest
Counting on tomorrow
Knowing all who trust in sleep
That morning will come.


Crossed Wires

by

Diane Klammer

That hard plastic cradle rocks
With the receiver screaming
To be picked up
To be held.
I clutch it to my face,
Feeling its cold pliability
Pressed against my cheek.

I wonder about the outcome
Of yet another conversation.
Will your callous remarks
Mar my soul with welts of anger?
Or will your quiet longing
soothe away my tears?

How strange that our twenty four year
Union can be compressed
Through a machine,
Condensed into
A telephone conversation.

One thousand miles separate us.
a void stretched over and over
Into words of wired speech.
We do not connect.

You said you'd never leave
Before flying onto a Colorado plateau
To pursue your career:
That thing you hold most precious.

Our children and I
Remain here working on the puzzle.
All these tiny pieces need to be reassembled.
The pattern of domestic bliss
is missing.

We curse to find
What is lost
As we crawl around
This room's emptiness,

Finally I find a pair of scissors,
Start cutting
To create a facsimilie
Of what would complete this picture.

That one tiny cardboard cutout
Looks tawdry and dull
Against all those bright colors
Which don't fill in to whole.

Incomplete and off balance
I cannot stop the ringing in my ears.

For Beth

by

Diane Klammer

Summer warm as amber
Smiled intricate with wisdom
Full of ancient truth
Ran not quite
Out of breath
Before you
Had to leave
To begin
A new season.

My artist breath
Rises and falls
With autumn
Inhales strange pollen
Exhales uncertianity
Leaf by leaf.

I saw your face
In last night's
Full moon
Tuned by guitar
One note softer.

My rooms shine
Full of glass
Vacant
Of childlike laughter
Yet my voice is full
As I call
Beth.

Although years yawn
Tired ahead
Sandalwood walls
Sing with memory the promise
Of future music.

Conformity

by

Diane Klammer

I implore...and they jeer at me.
Inane. Foolish. Naive.
Mocking stares build a playpen
while their wooden laughter cages me
Into childlike anonymity.

I inform...and they point at me.
Different. Conspiring. Dangerous.
Piercing glares build a jailer's den
while their iron accusations bar me
Into sullen hostility.

So, in frustrated confusion
I surrender to conformity,
abducted by Apathy's welcoming arms
and carried amidst the silent majority.

Driving in my Sleep

by

Diane Klammer

It's beyond comprehension
that the same situation
occurs day after day

I wear my car like armor
in rush hour traffic
on the LA 405 freeway

Who would have thought
I'd be weaved in
tight and gridlocked

Uptight after
a five minute whoosh
of frantic wheels

For an instant
knowing how movement feels
Rushing

Then horns blare I
jam
against screeching tires

Brakes slam
jarring
to stop for an age

I'm trapped inside this tiny colored cage
while the afternoon sun bakes away
any remnant of twilight's cool

The day is gone
a headache is coming on
I'm sweating pale

Breathing in
this carbon monoxide cocktail
in this claustrophobic space

This is an illusion
of being alone in place
One of so many enclosed compartments

Ungloved third finger
Sign language fool
If not for the music...the musing

This experience would be
Completely crazymaking...confusing
as some no doubt are

Busy darting in and out
Of a space that isn't
They jar

Consciousness as angry bees
insist zigzagging at random
Getting nowhere

My angry fists
try to relax
planes fly over toward LAX

Aiming straight at my
Vulnerable state
Vibrating my space into pseudomotion

We must look to them like slow streams of ants
thousands of insects...a social expanse
ants and bees work as one for the many

I struggle slowly through
the many for the one
after work Sitting waiting

Cars ahead are desperate
grasping for individuality
displaying license plates saying "I'm me"

I can see how far
The line stretches
together we make a tangled ball

Tied up so tightly
we can't move at all
An angry dragon in a net fires a weapon

Starts roaring...can kill
a nation of freedom and will
is this what civilization is about?

So many of us and no way out
We project the effects
of urban misery

On those we choose
to be rejects
still I sit

I'm driving in my sleep
for the money
to survive

Becoming a tense city heap
In this union there is no strength
no movement towards

A solution
Dissolution
Tranquility?

Prelude to Nativity

by

Diane Klammer

What was it like, Mary, when those hard hearted
inkeepers turned you away from shelter, forcing you to give birth in a stable?
Were you angry? Frightened? Anxious?
Did the new straw poke sharp
through your blanket into your
back during your labor?
Did the animals make you sneeze?
Did the dust and insects leave you be?
Did the cold night air seep
into each contraction?

How did Joseph know how
to cut the cord, to keep things clean.
Did the newborn cry of the Christchild
ring like a carol in your ears?
Did the afterbirth come easy?
Did you shed tears?
Did you sleep tired and spent?
So many of these details are left out of the nativity.

If your Son, God's Son loved
you so well, why did He allow
you to give birth in a stable?
We know His kingdom was
not of this world. But what of you?
He is praised for His humble beginnings,
but in his human state, would he be too young to remember the cold?
Yet you knew the hardship
well.

Maybe knowing He was to die,
He was preparing you for
a life of sorrow He knew would come.
Maybe He bade you pay tribute
to the Indian women, the African slaves
the migrant farmers who were forced to deliver in the field
before standing to work,
thier blood staining
the corn, the grapes, the cotton.

Maybe He bade you pay tribute to the countless homeless women in places like India, China, Africa, the Americas,
who must give birth in the streets
when they themselves are so hungry, cold and weak.

Maybe even then, He gave you a glimmer
of the gift he would later give to all:
the same gift you gave-
Himself and
the pain of living.

The Art of Seeing Spring Through Snow

by

Diane Klammer

Flowers have spread masses of color
In fields and yards of other states.
In Colorado, brightly blooming pots
Of assorted annuals whisper "spring is here".

Grass begs to grow through snow
Tugging at those blankets with defiant
Green undergrowth.
Yellow composites peek out.

Larger pines with branches
Wrapped in casts
Sag under the weight
Before springing free.

The mountains cut jagged sharktooth mosaics.
Mud and windbent pines boast rugged beauty
Devoid of lush splashes of Lupine,
Mustard and Indian Paintbrush.

Yet the sky speaks a different story.
It swells dark silver, pregnant with rain
Or shows off pink pearl on purple silk
Fringed with orange.

The blue of an evening lake
Turns pottery black in its glaze
Hinting at turquoise.
The sky mingles in.

When the gentle snow flurries along
All pales white.
Within the day the storm melts brown
To snow again two days later.

Such are the moods of the season:
Vibrant blue, passionate red
White, light and soft
As a perfect snowflake on a navy coat.

The area strengthens through change,
Breathes deep into thin air
Panting wild in the scarcity of new blooms
Despite the presence of the city.

Worth but a Quarter

by

Diane Klammer

Give me quarter
From time to time
Just to prove
You know what I am worth

Two bits seem insignificant
But may mean the difference between
Trash and tranquility
Or even death and life

It brings no comfort
To admit that I am often
Not the master
Of my own destiny

Still I do my best
And at times can shout pride
About my work
The way I am able to love

If you cannot stop much to help
Slow down to regard
Give me space
Between each intrusion

Catching a Poem

by

Diane Klammer

Write it down before it flies
That germinal idea
Capture it with nets of words
Edit it to size

Poems flit like hummingbirds
With undulating flash
Flighty things emerging thoughts
Vanish with a dash

Being Born Again

by

Diane Klammer

We rebirth constantly
Bloom anew each flower
No one time occurrence
We reoccur every moment

Like a sunset painted sky
Music drumming rain
Crashing surf pounding the shore

It's over and over and over we renew

We must be ever vigilant
To this metamorphosis
Notice it happening
Lest we become complacent
Unaware of the miracle we are

A Ghost Tale

by

Diane Klammer

There was a ghost loved by a river
Who stayed beside a central pond
A thousand wood sprites by him lingered
Hiding him with golden frond

He could not bear to leave the river
Which soothed him often in his youth
With brilliant colors green and silver
Singing sunlight mist and truth

He wasn't doomed he made the choice
To stay amidst that pond of blue
Singing songs with spirits voice
As rushing waters changed their hue

For he had vowed when he was living
To stay beside that river free
Until that last drop oh so giving
Made it to the sparkling sea

And so he watched the river tumble
Through a course quite long and swift
Each meander splash and rumble
Was treasured as a precious gift

When the river's journey ended
And every drop was ocean round
The ghost looked back as he intended
And with a kiss was heaven bound

Library Window

by

Diane Klammer

A flock of geese flew gently by
Within the falling snow.
Their chevron pattern in the sky
Broken slightly from below.

Exciting to behold, it was
Above a frozen lake.
How could they fly, one might discuss
With snowflakes in their wake?

A flash of point, then gone from view,
In contrast to the bright,
Their color seeming brown in hue,
An arrow in the light.

Then empty was the sky and ground,
Both blending into one
Blank page a pen had not yet found
White powder falling on.

Peter's Poems

by

Diane Klammer

I
I've been crawling
Through a sea
Of books,
Hoping to find
Illumination.

Dusty paper is
My answer. I can sneeze
Each word out
One by one
Only.

Slow as a bookworm,
I tunnel through
Dark pages of print,
Chewing and spitting out.

It is raining today.
The underbelly of fall
Wraps me cold.
Yet my parched
Brain is boiling
Over.

II
You sang goodbye
To California's sun,
California's slums,
To become an Eastside Story
Stormy Jet.

One black crow
Flies into the mist.
I cannot follow
With withered angels
Wings of silver
To place
A gray feather
Floating
In the slush.

The Journey Home

by

Diane Klammer

I am called Dorothy.
Victim of "Element Kidnap"
I was shaken up
Inside my own home,
Taken up into a spiraling vortex
Of drugs and spells,
I confronted witches without
My little dog Toto.

I am called Scarecrow.
I falter on uncertian footing.
Windblown, alone,
Fragile in unknown journeying
I contemplate,
Within my strawfilled memories,
Unverifable explainations.

I am called Tinman.
I follow my malleable heart
Made beat and scraped
By bent metal.
I foolishly love
Those who break me.

I am called Lion.
Soft to the touch,
I hide behind
Ferocious roars of thunder,
Holding my panic
Beneath a coat of anger.

I am called Emerald.
Polished and presentrd,
I am pushed over the edge.
I shatter
Into sharp gleaming shards
Glued together
By bleeding hands
Of desperation.

I am called Puzzles.
I am mixed up within
Old dusty boxes
Hidden torn and held
Together by worn
Rubber bands.
I cannot be found.
I cannot be solved.

I am called Chosen.
I meander within
Strange mazes of mystery,
Forging on
The winding yellow brick
Road of shiny pennies
Reflecting ahead,
Looking behind.

Where is Oz?
Who are the Wizards?
When will I be Home?

The Fox Theater

by

Diane Klammer

The large room's cavernous emptiness
Beckoned us in from the cold.
Tables were sparse around a dark perimeter.
A few chairs stood next to a narrow wooden lip.

The stage jutted up
From behind an open
Rectangular area.
A dance floor? Moshpit? Standing area?

We would see, being the first ones there.

Little by little
People fluttered in
Almost silently, so it seemed.
Our back was to them.
Open space filled in
Gradually becoming a crowd.

Conversations built to a noisy din.
I looked back. The vast
Room was completely full
With fresh warm faces.
College students had claimed their den.

Suddenly Vertical Horizons loomed before us.
They started to play. From that moment on,
Despite the lively litany of chatter,
The room, the people, disappeared.

There was only the music, the stage overtaking
me.
This electrical charge rose
Hackles on the back of my neck.

Two voices backed by beautiful acoustic guitars sang:
Their music flowed through my veins
While my entire body
Vibrated back the sound.

Changing Shapes (for Aaron)

by

Diane Klammer

Strange geometry:
Intersecting lines
Cubicles, hexagrams quadrangles
Physics instructors
I haven't met
Shape you, Aaron
Into a scientist.

Your sister and I
Beeline to your door
Straight as the road will allow.
The freeway stops dead
At the University gates
Abrupt as if two Gargoyles
Are on guard.

My position in the car
Is as you remember.
My shoulders curl in anticipation.
My mind is a question mark.
Once inside, bewildering architecture
Draws us into your building.

Your small square room
With the bed above,
The desk underneath,
Houses you now. We are guests ehere.
This is your territory.

The dining hall
Where we eat dinner
Seats our friends, making six.
Jokes and salt crystals
Tilt a salt shaker
Humor is bouncced back and forth everywhere.

Your ring of sapphire blue
Turns into
A six pointed star
This rapid fire conversation
In hexagonal patterns
Amuses me.

The math of a game of pool
Confuses me.
I see imaginary lines
Crisscrossing the table.

It is late. I am tired. I am cross.
Amidst foreign shores
Of unfamiliar waves breaking
Into spur of moment decisions
I am lost.

Earlier in the evening
We saw a pyramid;
The ever burning light
Flickers from me.
Almost burnt out
I fade from your life.

Only five weeks into college
I can no longer hold you.
Your mind, always intricate
Is a distant million light years
Away from me
Two hours down the road
At UCSB.

How will they shape you
In four years,
My only son?

Who only yesterday
Was clinging to my legs before
Running off to explore your toddler world.

My legs are stems
Which will become more tired still
As I remain grounded,
Wishing to be
A vine growing near this tree towering above me.

The circle is incomplete.
Still, I must let go.

Lullaby

by

Diane Klammer

Go freely, my love, into the land of Nod.
Let the darkness be your gentle pillow.
Let the moon send silver ribbons to kiss your face.
Let peace be your guide through the land of Morpheus.

Let me watch your lovely face express your dreams
Of winged Seraphim, smiling as you slide down
Rainbows into worlds of pink clouds and lavendar dawns.
Let me hold you unaware of any demands made by mortals.

Let me love your black hair, your green eyes, your skin
As you are carrried by the arms of the sandman to frolic
With the red headed angels and their crowns of stars.
Let me be near you for just a few short hours.

For when you awaken I will have to be gone,
Disappearing into the chariot of daylight,
Pulled by your awareness,
Singing laments with the birds of morning.

My Daughter on a Swing (for Audrey)

by

Diane Klammer

I watch you soar forward
While I stand behind
Giving you an occasional push
When you need it.

I remain still
As I witness your motion.
You rise higher and higher
Before my eyes
Swiftly ascending upward,
Growing, living.

For one brief instant I grab you,
Hold you suspended
But you protest and demand to be released.

So, with one final push,
I let you go
And watch you fly forward again.

This time you want no assistance
For you love the discovery
Of your own freedom.

Hunting for the Moon

by

Diane Klammer

I
One of the eyes of night
The moon opens,
Closes. Masculine
Or feminine? A celebration
Or paradox? Simultaneously
Constant and inconsistant
Consistant and inconstant.

You are a compilation
Of planets
Not only the stuff of science, you are
The stuff of poets.

Every twenty eight days or so
You show a new fullness,
A new red harvest. Predictable changes
So far.

Full moon whole notes,
Crescent chin quarter rests,
So it sings. Precisely.

You make full mood music.
A song cycle for lunacy,
A song cycle for the huntress
Searching for a new
Moondance.

II
How old is the moon?
Gravity and cold
Craters fill in
Your deep shoe treads;
Dust where you used to walk.

A reminder of the howling
For what cannot be reached, cannot be touched,
Even in clear lake reflections
Widening into unknown
Diameters of concentric
Circles
Leaving wet traces
On the hands and face.
III
Fair coquette of heaven
You have a cold grace
You are host
To pearl white banquet.

You deflect a silvery laugh
To those who have passed
You off
As "Man in the Moon".

It is not a man reflected
In your light of mystery.
There is a woman in your bright face
Who is shy about her beauty,
Retreating if one stares too hard.

You glow ice fragile
Beautiful as a newly formed
Opal cameo carved
On the onyx of the night sky.

Sometimes you blush red,
Retreat, then disappear.
It is a woman's prerogative
To change her mind.

Several times
Your pretty face
Caused me to dance,
To lament being alone,
Shone light on my shadowed path,
Kept me awake
With your gown of silver
On my bed.

I have cried to hold you,
But you retreat into portent dark blue.

Flying

by

Diane Klammer

You press your tense blue fingers
Against the cold sky,
Ask God if He sees
How green those trees are.

Do you believe in God?

Did L. Frank Baum know green
Is the color of eternal life
When he wrote all those Oz books?

You're pretending
The window is gone.
No more TV screen.
This is a real broomstick
You're sitting on.

Your hair bristles back
As you stare at
All
Those swimming pools,
Homes you cannot afford.

To leave

You must go through the motions
Though the decent makes you queasy,
In spite
Of the seatbelt sign
Flashing red.

Falling (for Carla)

by

Diane Klammer

Red roses once
Resting in a vase
Descend, descend
Down through
empty space.

Flame petals fall
Down to hit
The table. Bleed to
The floor.

Some were torn
Pieces pulled apart,
Calyxes fragmented
Heads left naked
Not by chance.

Insidious, the
Depression takes hold,
Manifests itself
Destroying beauty
Fragmenting life.

Leaves flowers in pieces
Broken
To a lone
Demise.

Rio

by

Diane Klammer

The active city never sleeps,
A central heart whose cadence beats.
At night, a steady throb,
By light, a lively mob,
Each day the song repeats.

Civilization moves throughout and within
A natural wonder which shines undimmed.
The buildings and bustle,
The rhythmic hustle
Can't conceal the natural beauty which has always been.

Beaches and buildings unite as one
In circular patterns round as the sun.
Mountians reach up and around
Views blend magically with sounds
Casting spells forever undone.

The people dance and sway
With graceful motion in a special way
Radiating love of life
Even in hardship and strife,
And a cheerfulness troubles can't fray.

This city permeates my soul
With a love I can't control
I will say good-bye
With a heart that cries
For a part of me no longer whole.

Though I've been to Rio in my dreams
In my younger days, it seems
That although I'm here
And can touch everyone near,
The fantasy remains.

In my blood two countries flow.
Each beckons me to come and grow.
They both are mine.
Home's hard to define,
And traveling's too slow.

Mushroom Cloud

by

Diane Klammer

Poisonous mushroom
Destroying angel
If you explode
Your spores will blow
Fill the sky
Cover the earth
With a dark death cloud

Most of us know
Mushrooms decay
Still
We propagate
Still
We cultivate
Still
We watch you grow
Even as
We cringe
In fear of
Your black shroud

Seeing Through Mud

by

Diane Klammer

Who do I find
As I peel back layers of clay
Fine red sand in my hand
Running wet to earth below?

What will I see
As I strip off the outer layers
Like plaster
Which encases sculpture?

Will I behold
A creation
Of my own making,
An image I give substance?

Are you a mirage
Through which I see stardust
Shining as jewel imbedded
Within stone?

Will you come
Out of hiding
To show full spectrum
Colors released from night?

Disillusionment

by

Diane Klammer

Pedestals are build
They tower tall
Are carefully constructed
By infatuated females
To display Ego inflated males
Before they crumble and fall

Hopeful hearts
Project images of depth,
Vacuous mirages
reflected by icy mirrored space
Into the eyes
of the adoring creator.

Dreams beat against
Fragile glass walls,
Only to be painfully shattered
By disillusioned realizations,
Reality Light.

Posterity

by

Diane Klammer

Childrem scream
For attention
(While no one hears)
To survive
In a world
Which rotates
Shakily

Without conviction
Children grow
Until no longer
They
Wish to know
Care to dream

Utterances unheard
They become
Apathetic adults
Who in turn
Cannot condone
Mundane inconveniences
Of nurturing
A next generation

Their blanketed sportscars
Sit
Parked adjacent
To an abortion clinic

Children Scream
For attention
(While no one hears)
To survive
In a world
Which rotates
Shakily
Without conviction
Children grow
Until no longer
They

PS
Wish to know

Your Footsteps

by

Diane Klammer

for Carole & Richard

Everywhere your footsteps
Chose to gently tread
On the pathways of America
Have spread your love

From where the eastern sun shines on
The trails of the Flatirons at dawn
To where the beach hits the sand
On a Pacific coastline
Lighting it up with luminescence
Your presence will be missed

You two inspire
Your laughter makes a chorus
With that of your many friends
It blends in with the wind
Whistles through the pines
Sounds sweeter than the rush
Of a nearby river
The call of a red tailed hawk

You will take the love and longing
Of all your friends
Back to England
It will grace your steps
The traces of American soil
American customs
American love
Will color everything you do

Colorado will call out to you
Come back come back
We are not done with you yet
Our good times are not over
We need more time to visit
We need more time for hiking
We need more time for dancing
You live here in our hearts

Our memories will sprout wings
They will chase after you
We will travel across the miles to find you
And will bring you home

Hangover (for Kory)

by

Diane Klammer

When you wake up drowning in golden fog
With the suns light blinding your eyes
When youíve eaten most of the Sahara Desert
Tunneling through sand and spitting out the grit
When last night is a blank highway
You know yesterday was your birthday

When your head can blow up the whole Middle East
Your stomach is a balloon that lurched and popped
A river is rushing in your ears
When loud voices demand where youíve been
You ooze down the stairs
Long for the dogís hair
Pray for the day to go away

When youíre free falling through yesterday
Or left swimming through time
That snuck by leaving you an adult
When there was a dance in your walk
But now an umbrella is around your neck
When you want to sink unencumbered
Through a glass darkly
You will kill for an aspirin

When time seems to evaporate
Tasting like stale candy in a drawer
The hours seem to speak
The last complaints of life
Hold on to your immense courage
Remember the whole world
Will again be your oyster

When friends and family start to sound
Like a room of voices singing off key
Demands of the day
Soak up your energy like a sponge
Remember and celebrate how loved you are
And go mow the lawn

Candy Cane Birds

by

Diane Klammer

They call them Roseate Spoonbills
Magnificent birds painting the world
With their plumage contrasting
Against a brown road which bends to offer
Forty fluffs of cotton
Candy canes from pink and white feathers
Surrounding two bright slashes of red
Punctuating each wing

They reflect a crimson shadow
Create a pink pool below them
Which blurs with the sunset overhead

A chorus of rosy voices
Trumpets Christmas carols
With lusty abandonment

Their bills stir up the water
Like batter beaters
As they search for their evening meal
They herald holiday surprises
Like gifts in unexpected places
A hopeful glimmer of joy
In an unusual season

At that moment
Soft December light
Creates a Christmas spell
As the spirit lives still
Among awe inspiring nature

Wave Runner

by

Diane Klammer

A sleek machine rests in its corral
Beckons, whispers there has to be more
Magical adventures to explore

Its bright colors submerge in the water
Buoyant peaceful calm floating in sunlight
Rears up like a spirited horse

Comes alive slicing through liquid emerald surfaces
Splashes millions of sparkling diamonds in our wake
They spray our faces cool and wet

Wind blows while feather firework clouds
Burst amidst blue topaz skies
The motor sings its song

We jump and fly above gentle waves
Onyx loons greet and dive
Blinding white flocks of gulls glide

Boats bubble by barely touching our world
The shore rushes by like a muted painting which fades
Away into movement and laughter of the ride.

Poem for Lucyfur (Aaron's Cat)

by

Diane Klammer

She pads around the house
Soft as breathing
Floating in and out
Of each surface of dreaming

She is elusive
A dark prayer ghost
A carpet of velvet She
Barely touches
Keeping just away
Her face brushes
The back of your hair

She holds a special place
Perched on the end
Of a soft blanket draped bed
Purring contentment from this space

You hold your breath
To listen
She speaks quietly
Only when necessary
Still she rules

Sunrise

by

Diane Klammer

When morning clouds
Pregnant with silver
Bear down
On the strawberry sun
And it pushes its way to the top
Sunrise is over

A new day is born

The brief transition
From night to day
Alters cosmic tranquility

Green Lake

by

Diane Klammer

On a place called Green Lake
Minnesota where loons call
Where bugs are friendly

The lake laps the shore
In a song of frenzy
Or kisses it in an expanse
Of blue green mirror calm

Trees around the perimeter
Almost blend in
With the lakeís lovely gloss

And it talks - and it talks.

Time is spent in the boat
Slicing up swells or
In the house eating and drinking wine
The company is warm, kind

And we talk - and we talk

The days are painted rainbow colors
Wondrous to be seen

And we walk - and we walk

Eden must be close by
The peace of God is near
The wind over the water
Is magical to hear

And it sings - and it sings

This is a place of unforgotten dreams
Better realities

And we play - and we play.

Sunrise Lament (For Mom)

by

Diane Klammer

Every day I greet the sunrise
I draw your name
In the morning sky
With giant cloud brushes

Each day I scrawl one color
Of the rainbow
Dawn after dawn

In turn the horizon
Has blushed crimson
Burned orange
Hung silver
Pulsed purple

Only to dissipate
As the rising sun
Burns through each melting attempt

I cannot find you
You are scattered
Elsewhere in the universe

Alone I contemplate its origins
The space
You occupy in it

Who Bit the Moon?

by

Diane Klammer

I saw it.

A great red harvest moon
With a piece missing
Like a big apple
With a bite out of it

It usually hangs there
A luminous white disc
Where astronauts tread
And left a flag

But somebody is munching
On the moon

It is a jelly doughnut
It is gouda cheese
It is pizza pie

Who bit the moon?

It gets smaller each day
Of the month
One bite at a time

Then it has to grow back.

When Fear Smiles at Me

by

Diane Klammer

When fear smiles at me
I know his name
His crocodile teeth
Seem friendly
But are not

When fear smiles at me
I am trapped alone
In a black cold basement
With no way out

When fear smiles at me
A pillow presses
On the face of creativity

When fear smiles at me
An ice hand clutches my soulspace

When fear smiles at me those sharp teeth cut each heartcell in two

Quiet Like a Sunset

by

Diane Klammer

for Ann

You are quiet
The way a sunset
Is quiet
You blaze gold shimmer
Without uttering a sound

Conversation softens
To a halt
When you wander
Into a room
You light it up

Your actions vibrate love
They speak volumes
Amaze and render speechless
Those who behold them
They swell full of meaning

When you voice your ideas
You sing erudite
Your mind holds vast knowledge
Everyone hears
Yet you feel no need to overdo

I value the fortune
To call you friend
You are a joyous gift
My mind could not portend
It pleases me to write this down

Land of Opportunity

by

Diane Klammer

Abundant as a landscape
They multiply like rain
Lay asleep on concrete
Eyes look away again

Weathered with discouragement
Some too fatigued to care
Families shiver closer in
Their children's vacant stares

Proud dwellings are constructed
Out of boxes and old cars
Another night of piercing cold
Is drowned in liquor jars

Some sell their blood for money
Walk barefoot through the snow
Steal food from trash cans hungrily
Help for them is slow

A ruthless random villain
Called poverty does reign
Removing homes from millions
Who will end their pain

The problem is bipartisan
We spend money on defense
Loathe to confront the looming bill
To pay all of these rents

We can read it in the newspapers
Hope that it will end
If things get really tough for us
We can always sleep on them

Farmer's Market

by

Diane Klammer

Denver is an inferno
With no ocean in sight.

I remember my favorite Friday afternoon ritual:
The cool breeze of an open air market.

Where the beach meets the street
In Hermosa, California,
A familiar crowd gathers.
Smiles are sweet.
Fruit is fresh.

On the sidewalk
Flowers are in abundance:
Stargazer lilies for devotion,
Roses for love,
Daisies for thoughtfulness.

Their fragrance still fills my head
In this field of weeds
Punctuating short wild grass.

Here, I have had my fill of sour citrus.
Here, peppers have burned me.
Here, there are no boysenberries.
Here, the bread has gone mouldy.

Enough of this distance
Which slices through my consciousness,
Leaving my unquiet soul to bleed
With a new open wound.

Autumn

by

Diane Klammer

There is a chill in the air
An almost imperceptible drop
A leaf starts to shiver
And another
And another

One turns yellow
Amidst a rich backdrop of green
Is easy to be seen
And another
And another

There is a riot of colors
Reds and browns and oranges
One falls to earth
And another
And another

Above a carpet of gold
A naked tree stands
Reaches upwards
And another
And another

Feeding the Hummingbirds

by

Diane Klammer

Our humming feeder
Has to be cleaned
The bright red liquid
Poured out
The mold scrubbed
From the glass
To prevent the tiny
Long bird tongues
From swelling

This process reminds me of scrubbing
Bottles for my children
When they were young
Now they are leaving the nest

Every three days
Seems like so much bother
The trick is to fill them
Only a little

I look at the wasted
Liquid and sigh
Then I hear
Whirring of small wings

One of natures miracles
It is the ruby throat
Brilliant in the sun
That shows me it's worth it.

Sonnet for Growth

by

Diane Klammer

Decisions which demand both growth and change,
The ride that takes us onward throughout life,
Requires that we have both joy and pain
Brings laughter, awe, uncertainty and strife.

We're straddling a see-saw as it swings
In patterns, unpredictable designs.
The downward motion cries, the upward sings,
Those sounds through time cannot be realigned.

We riders take the turbulence in stride
Moving through the rough, remaining strong,
Learning on the way to sympathize,
Allowing fear to go and love prolong.

The Lord requires courage on this trip,
Allows us help, that we don't lose our grip.

Duet (for Roger)

by

Diane Klammer

Several lifetimes ago
Your soul
The green of your eyes
Lured me to your side forever

We built a life
On a dream
And a guitar string

We climbed uphill
With surefooted steps
Two young flowers grew
Tenuous roots
To the Central Coast

Live oaks engulfed
Our exuberance
We developed
In leaf carpeted womb

We created two symphonies
A yin and a yang

Each solos an extraordinary life
Note by note
They dance time signatures
To a rhythm we helped compose
With this holy union of ours

We duet one name
Beat one heart together

My spine is a piano
You know key by key
You play your saxophone
I sing back in gratitude
We vibrate in concert
I clutch this music to my chest

Diva (for mama)

by

Diane Klammer


The year the century turned
You danced out of life
Leaving a hole in my heart

You try to fill it
By leaving your name
Emblazoned everywhere

Outdoor Divas are on Pearl St Boulder
Divaís radio blasts
In New Orleans

Divaís dress shop
Adorns Cocoa Florida
You know we want a reminder

When Carol and I
Sang as children
Your name was unheard of

Diva is now taking over the country

You were never a Prima Dona
Yet young girls wear your name
On their tee shirts

Stay with us mom
We miss you so

Heather

by

Diane Klammer



Lovely feather flower
Your parents call Heather
I first saw you snuggled tiny in the back seat

Somewhere in a country
You donít know
You cover the hills purple

I was voyeur to your spurts
Of angles and curves
You didnít stay small long

You breathed athletics
Bounced through childhood
On a basketball

Now you shut the lid on teen age frenzy
You become an adventurer
With an agenda for some unnamed journey

You graduate triumphant
Turn eighteen like a Ferris wheel
With an itch to roll on

Spin your life into love
Collect buckets of success
Shape time into accomplishments

Stay close to those you love
Be able to sink back home
When the road dust wears on you

I Am With You

by

Diane Klammer


for Dad

Listen, you can hear me:
In the beat of drum pounding surf,
In the song of rain on the roof,
In the voice of a thousand choirs,
In loved ones laughter that lasts for hours.

Look, you can see me:
On dancing waters wide and blue,
On sunset skies of brilliant hue,
On jagged mountains blanketed by snow
On shining faces of those you know.

Pay attention, you can feel me:
In the touch of those you love,
When you pray to God above,
In the winds gentle kiss on your hair from a breeze,
In the warmth of the sun shining through the trees.

When you think of me, do not grieve.
I am with you. I did not leave.

Grand Mother

by

Diane Klammer

for Rosalie

Death is a mystery shroud
Inevitable
We do not understand
Or fully accept
We wait
Through our lives
Endure to give them meaning

We dread when loved ones go
Puzzle as we try to bridge the gap
Into the hereafter
In prayer and in dreams

Grandma, you have not left us
As past mingles into present
You lovingly watch over us
You always did
Happiest when helping us be comfortable

Loved to the fullest
Gentle strength
Has been your trademark

Grand Mother

Those words are indeed fitting
All your children and their posterity
Know your dignity

Student Affairs

by

Diane Klammer

A teacher and a gardener
Have parallel vocations
Both must lovingly encourage lush growth

Keep wandering roots
Firmly grounded
Well watered and nourished

As a bonsai tree
Each student is shaped
Even as individual change occurs

Gently but firmly
To reach out for light
Knowledge through truth

Then they bloom
Enriched to flourish
Beyond safe walls

Glue

by

Diane Klammer


The sun glares
Its vast orb of energy.
Mine drains into tiredness.

I trudge through
Some opaque viscous liquid
Honey orange colored stuff
Which does not taste sweet.
It sticks heavy like glue.

I feel ancient as amber,
Hard and static
With unknown bits of matter in my way.
Trappings of my lifeís history float past.
I cannot retain them.
I remain stuck.

Sunshine mocks me
In my bewilderment,
Blasting its searchlight
On my suffocation.
This dragging ruins a beautiful day.

I could handle gaseous fog,
Liquid rain,
Solid snow.
Cold matches my mood.
Anything would improve this bright sun.

Others tire of hearing it
As I tire more and more
Feeling it.
They can do nothing,
Shake their heads
Walk away.

When I try to do,
I slow down
Until I am rooted
To one spot.

I recite a mantra:
I am not tired
I am not tired
I am not tired
But my body wonít listen.

The three mantras have gone away.
I am a white feather
Stuck in the glue.

Becoming a Master

by

Diane Klammer

(for Kory)

You are becoming a master of intellect
You chop ideas into pieces
Translate numbers and words into meaning
Crunch them the way
Termites chew through wood
Naturally as falling off a log

You are becoming a master of music
Your voice is dream and truth together
It summons angels
Seduces Hades like Orpheus did
You create cathedrals out of chaos
Demand harmony where silence dares not survive

You are becoming a master of adventure
You freefall through thin air
Dive from a cliff or to a coral reef
Ski down a slope or on green lake
It is the same
Nothing much scares you

You are becoming a master of courage
Coeur translates into heart
Let your two hands embrace both
May you sprout wishes into reality
Feel blessed to awaken
Spin life into love

Collect friends like bunches of flowers
Success like buckets of seashells
Call back to those who care
Be fully present to them
Let them take you home to warmth
When the clock ticks too many times

Hysterwrecktummy

by

Diane Klammer

(for Karen)

They gave me anesthesia, I just fell asleep.
Now I have to recover for weeks.

When I was sleeping they took some of my innards
When will I ever get any dinner?

They turned my whole body into a pincushion.
What they arenít pullin on, they keep on pushin.

My family is here and I just want to doze,
But my roommate beside me keeps blowing her nose.

Some guy walked down the hall with his gown on reversed
But I donít care to look, I just want the nurse.

The first trip from bed is the incredible journey.
I donít like this. Whereís my attorney?

Before I had this, I used to laugh at Ben Stiller.
Now I just beg for my next painkiller.

They did a job on my body, I need a drink,
But I just get water from the bathroom sink.

There was a tube in my bladder, I have to relearn to pee,
Who in the hell wants to watch TV?

A friend brought me candy from Russell Stover,
But I canít eat it. I would like to roll over.

The flowers are lovely, but they make me sneeze.
I feel like I fell from a high trapeze.

The nurses in here do seem pretty nice
But I still have to ask for what I want twice.

Everythingís over, I need relaxation
But this medicine keeps giving me constipation.

When Iím recovered, though itís taking its toll
Iíll get to have sex without birth control.

One question I have makes me quite curious.
Why in the heck did I pay for all this?

I have to remember, to keep perspective in line,
That a stitch, in time, in time, saves nine.

Communications with Audrey

by

Diane Klammer

You exploded expectant into life
Your gusty song shouted dream music
My own daughter tugged at my breast
My longing poured out into your growth

Ever the strong supple flower
You surpassed a most exotic beauty
As you jettisoned into adulthood
Demanding the world take notice

Now pride is my territory
My woman child resonates with indefatigable grace
You sculpt an artistís soul
You vibrate heart music

Your mind slices through confusion
Shapes it into accomplishments
Embraces a college degree
You laugh triumphant

Spin your life into love
Collect friends with a frenzy
Success like buckets of seashells
Happiness vast as a million universes

Come back to us from time to time
Let us shower you with warmth
When the road tires you out
When the nest gets too silent

Their Love Remains

by

Diane Klammer

(Villanelle for my sister Carol)

Our lives move on and sing their own refrains
We see our family change before our eyes
When all is said and done their love remains

The Lord grants us our losses and our gains
Times jubilant, remorseful, all that cries
Our lives move on and sing their own refrains

Peaceful thoughts will minimize the pain
Remembering good moments as time flies
When all is said and done their love remains

Can distance cast a shadow on our brains?
Our hearts can leap beyond to clear our eyes
Our lives move on and sing their own refrains

Their essence floats through sunlight and through rain
As more than once weíve said these sad goodbyes
When all is said and done their love remains

Such mysteries no genius can explain
Well meaning mouths are left no alibis
Our lives move on and sing their own refrains
When all is said and done their love remains

Friends

by

Diane Klammer


The ocean is a friend to me.
As friends are like the changing sea.
They both splash laughter in your eyes.
They both can sting and make you cry.
Friends can soothe away your pain.
Their waves can bring you peace again.

Friends can retreat and may be missed,
Then sneak behind and leave a kiss.
Their moods can ebb and flow like tide.
Friends take your feelings for a ride.
At times they knock your castles down,
Tease you as sand hits the ground.

They write to you near waterís edge.
You may not like whatís being said.
But time can wash the hurt away.
Then youíll forgive; your love will stay.
If friends are real their love is deep,
Honest as an oceanís sleep.

Even when they canít be there,
Their presence wafts through windy air.

Throwing a Pot

by

Diane Klammer

Sonnet for Cheri)

An artist holds a formless chunk of clay
To give it self She throws it down and pounds
It into shape Those hands at work and play
Make warmth and wet and pressure molding round.
An object from abstraction becomes real
Turned faster as her foot impels below
Pulled up pushed down while spinning on a wheel
Her clay becomes, she guides, and art does grow
A pot, concrete and real, with out and in
From clay so slick, so red, so granular
She makes it grace, her hands and discipline
Creating oval, round or annular.
A beautiful container with a name
Displaying part of her, no two the same

Your Own Music

by

Diane Klammer


(for Ken)

Sing to the heartbeat
Of your own music
Either as a solo performer
Or part of a duet
A large chorus

Step to the heartbeat
Of your own music
Either as a lone dancer
A couple
Part of a group

Play to the heartbeat
Of your own music
Give it your all
Unite it with the rhythm
Of your dear friends

You play a different tune
Hear a unique song
Your music sometimes whispers
To unfold alone
To be heard in solitude

Your music may be a song unsung
Pleading to be made
Begging to be played
To be shouted out
As glorious noise
Uniting with the laughter of a thousand voices

Your music can quietly invite
The touch of a gentle hand
The voice of a caring friend

The beauty of your music
Can be manifested in love
As the beauty of your song
Resounding as your shared miracle

Fairy Slippers

by

Diane Klammer


(At Ouzel Falls)
(for Ann, Catherine, 2 Carols and Tony)

Troops of mountain fairies
Lurk along the trail we hike
Dance with river water
Spilling from their shoes

Elusive resolute creatures
Sing in beckoning whispers
We can only puzzle
Where theyíve been

We drumbeat our own bootsteps
On the shady carpeted path
Our breathing synchronizes
To the cadence of our walk
Calypso falls pulses
In our ears
Rushes like our own circulation

Mysterious wood sprites hover
All over the forest
Suddenly they settle
In shady fungal loam

They hieroglyph footprints
Which appear and vanish like longing
Until they lose
Their tiny pink slippers
Like Cinderella did

These rare fragile gems
Jump out and tell
Of yesterdayís revelries
Compel invisible magic
Mesmerize us all

Sonnet for Rosalie

by

Diane Klammer


(For grandma)

Grandmother, though you know we love you so
Your passing still remains a mystery.
So quickly does the joy and laughter go:
Loathe to accept the truth as history.

As just a child, I hold you close to me.
Your strong and gentle presence fills my heart>
You model with your love a way to be.
The sadness comes in knowing we must part.

A giant oak protecting all beneath
With branches that embrace the life within
Has left a family sad and incomplete
With memories of our Matriarch undimmed.

Just knowing that our time in life is brief
Does little to decrease this painful grief.

Puzzled Engineer

by

Diane Klammer


Airplane
You can fly!
Bumblebee,
You canít!
Aerodynamically impossible!!
So why?

Catsong

by

Diane Klammer


(for Husky)

My fine free furry friend Husky
Why are you so unpredictable?
(As if the word cat wonít answer that question.)

You float softly into my lap like a feather duster
Purring, slowly striding, silky cuddly sweet
Then you pounce
Sharpen your claws on my leg-ouch

You look at me with wide eyed innocence
As if to say "who me?"
Before biting my nose
Enough of that
I push you off
You exit arrogantly
With head held high
I injured your pride

When I wrap a package
You come in a flash
Crunching the wrinkling paper
Crawling through the bags
Biting on the boxes
You will tear them into shreds
If I let you
I say scram
Again that injured look

Later you cuddle quietly on the end of my bed
For a peaceful nap
At 3 AM you meow at my mouth
You ask to be fed
I jump out of bed
Trudge down the stairs
You bite at my heels
Iím lucky not to reel

Down the stairs half awake
Iím a bit slow
You gently bite my leg
Tell me to hurry up
Can opener going, I readily putdown the food
Before tucking in you glance back and wait
"How dare you watch me eat"
I tuck in myself
Just as I start to sleep
You meow in my ear
You are lonely
Outside you go
To ramble with the pack.

Sex Object -College Girl's Lament

by

Diane Klammer


When I walk through the campus with each passing day
I see you quite often as your eyes quickly glance
Enjoying my presence as I pass your way
You can watch me live and Iíll call it OK
But thereís something added and I am confused
Itís not that you watch me carefully
You seem to put yourself above me

Iím not a decoration to be dismissed by you
No object to be moved to enhance
The mood of the room as I come into view
To fade away when you give me a cue
I think I live I notice I feel
You donít know me or my capabilities
So how can you put yourself above me?

There are more female students on campus this year
Do we only add interest with our physical stance
As you turn to quickly view us from the rear
Or are we people whose competition you fear?

You arenít any less of a man, you see
If you donít put yourself above me

Mourning Dove

by

Diane Klammer



Sing your song
Mourning dove
Grieve your fill
Lament love
Cry until
Hurt is done
Then fly on

Architect

by

Diane Klammer


(For Bob)

Time passes
When you see your empty wallet
Gaping in astonishment
At the hours you work

Voluntarily

You return
To a space
Which now displays
A building
You created
By your own design

You congratulate
That same poor you
For that permanent part
You left behind

Lacertilla's Lament

by

Diane Klammer

(Response to The Celebration of the Lizard)
(For Fausto and Jim)

Within the labyrinth of the mind
Inside Jungles of cold concrete wilderness
Hidden by darkness and warmed by light
A jewel in the crowd crouches

Lacertilla lives
Confused chameleon changes clown colors
Squamata passed on
Became part of the pavement
From thunder rubber tires
Lacertilla ran away and forgot

He longs to leave this cold hearted city
Passers by become ghostly images larger than life
Faceless, Nameless and Heartless define the beat of the city
Lacertilla listens while industry attacks
While he longs for wilderness not caged by power lines

Eventually Lacertilla escapes to green growing grass
His sleek low running form makes way
From rock to dust and can breathe free

Ceremony indeed. What are we worshipping?
Beasts of burden or trinity replaced by 666 or circus?
Dreams of snakes with two heads
Crawling on scales of time with a thousand lidless eyes
Circles with powerful twisted shapes
Drag reluctant souls to look in the mirror
Lights flicker and features fuse
Into ugly beasts of terror on the other side

Go away. We are protected here
The faÁade fades into the ordinary
The dreamer pulls the sheets over his head
Crouches down into the bed
Images form and faces are barely visible
A candle is relit and vision clears

Why dwell during this celebration of souls?
Lacertilla shed your skin
Let those defenses peel away
So others may see within
Through the unkindness and mock blindness
To a core of strength
May you weather the truth
Be restored into knowledge
Pierce the heart and drain it
Of its last drop of cold blood
Let it continue to beat unafraid
Of the sharpness of tomorrow
Discover those eyes can open
Filling again with warm energy

You speak of a game
Called "go insane"
Crawling through the brain
One does not go voluntarily
But implodes regardless of efforts contrary
Introduced into this terrarium
No game
This is not fun
It is the hardest work ever done
As you see mysterious faces through a foggy aquarium

Lacertilla loses his crown
Falls down
Struggling against the glass
Loses ground
Friends and foes are not around
One cannot hide within the mind
Faceless masses probe to find
The reptile hiding beneath the stone

For a time oneís mind is not his own
In time with help he sheds his skin
Piece by piece like a human being
The long way out is through healing within
Slowly improvement begins
An upward climb with love and friends
With no indication where it will end

His eyes are closed during ascent
Relying on past memories of the same event
As he tries to get out where he used to be
The glass shattered to let him in
But now he must climb over the top
Not slipping back in or trying to stop
Or retreating to safety under a rock
Once he is out he will breathe real air
Clean or polluted but the price of survival there

A slaughter you say
You had to turn your arrogant eyes away and run
It was your destruction early begun
You left with your ring of fire
No mansion could save you
No comfort was there
Legend or lizard, we canít get you back

Wake up
You call the children of night chariots
In their purple legions
Turning to pink dawns
You will be there when morning comes

Get real, Jim
Give up your lizard pride
Drunken escape
Crawl through the tunnel
Shed imperfection all in one unveiling
Plunge forward pulled by a familiar force
With your old soul
Leave your snakes behind
Embrace the truth and the beauty
Move into that reality light fusion

Loneliness

by

Diane Klammer


Sounds like my own voice_..
Echoing and resounding
Back into my ears
As I call to no one
In an empty room.

Smells like nothing at all_..
As I breathe
The totally restrained air
Of solitude.

Tastes like my own tears _..
As I cry silently in anguish
About my desolation.

Looks like a bewildered face in a mirror_..
As I look only to myself for comfort.

Loneliness is my own_..fault!

Four Waves

by

Diane Klammer


When the first wave broke
I cried my eyes out,
Sank under water.

When the second wave broke,
I noticed my tears,
Struggled for air.

When the third wave broke
I stopped crying,
Swam to shore.

I made it!

Now the forth wave breaks
On the wet hard sand
As I run to meet you.

To Aaron

by

Diane Klammer


This is a tribute to Aaron
Budding bright gem
Godís radiant light.
Whom I hold
In awe

You have so many questions
I see wonder and puzzlement
In your face
When I cannot answer
Or that grateful flash of insight
When we figure it out together

I hold you tight
Let you go
Simultaneously
I cannot freeze time
I dream of what you will be
To whom you will belong

You are not mine
But your love is assured
You tell me with your eyes
Even as you realize
My failings as a parent

Young teenager
You have given me so much
So many reasons to be proud
Not simply because of your exceptional giftedness
But because of the goodness of your heart

Audrey

by

Diane Klammer


Ice cream kisses
Sugar plum hugs
Pages of drawings
Jars full of bugs

Rhymes of her own
My little girl
Eyes full of soul
Hair hard to curl

Voice full of song
Active on skates
Gentle with animals
Forgetting the date

So full of energy
Much junk to keep
Loving to read
Hating to sleep

Smile

by

Diane Klammer



That warm bright flashing spark
Bright moment of laughter
Burns an impression
Of love in my heart

This expression of yours
A wonderful smile
A Path to your soul
Becomes a light that guides me
Through stormy times

The problems of the human race
Troubles I must face
Your smile is locked in my memory
Renewed each time we meet
Completing a new journey

The blessing of that smile
Warms to rival the sun
Is bigger than my understanding
And more fun

Your smile nurtures growth
You hold the power
To project great joy
Through that image

Each time I catch that smile
It makes me once again whole
Increases my capacity for compassion
Supports me like a bridge
Over miles and miles of life

Assembly

by

Diane Klammer

The equivocal human condition
Is a spider web of intricacies,
Deceptively fragile,
Yet organized for battle.

One day a helpless baby
Is struggling to survive.

Later without warning
Armies unite with an oath
To conquer the world.

Eternal Questions

by

Diane Klammer


The grief we feel is sadness shared by all
As distant stars participate in pain.
Our universe will cry when one man falls
And loved ones everywhere with tears of rain.

Are we put on this earth to merely sing
The melody of life as but one song?
Or will eternally our voices ring
As we to some divine delight belong?

These questions come to mind when loved ones die.
We contemplate our loss and our own end.
The answers do not come, but sill we try,
As we can sense as we go round lifeís bend

That every life is special and is treasured,
Loved by One so boundless and unmeasured.

Plea for Ecology

by

Diane Klammer



Our lives revolve in organized routines
Confined in chains, enslaved by passing time
With but a glimpse of timelessness in dreams
We dare to free the protests of our minds.

All needs to change, yes, progress cannot halt
A dream will cause such innovative trends
Which quickly build the substance we promote
The means conceal so cleverly the ends.

In such pursuit for greatness we create
Inventions of design become the truth
And what destruction we anticipate?
None is considered, yet we own the proof.

Alas, such acts that bring success and fame
Donít often work to clear the waste we gain.

Toddler's Tale

by

Diane Klammer

(for Aaron)

You binge wandering delight
Your arms wrap around me
Close and fleeting
Then you dash away to explore
Hidden and obvious unknowns

You exhibit unhurried frenzy of curiosity
Treasures that beguile your senses line
This uncharted maze of my friendís house
Each fragile unwavering object teaches
New eyes, ears, fingertips and is stored

Until in a greeting of arms, cheeks and breath
Your love gage is filled and you toddle away
To begin another adventure

Rain

by

Diane Klammer



Let the afternoon haze fade into storm clouds
As it erases shadows of children dancing
On concrete palates
While the surrounding air above
Grows chilly and dark

Let the cadence hit the skylight above the stairs
Changing visual to auditory delight
While the world outside is scrubbed clean
Let the rain pour down

Let windows glisten in mosaic glass patterns
Let buckets left outside fill upí
Next to thirsty growing grass
Let cars crawl cautiously through shiny slippery streets

Let umbrellas decorate heads of hurrying strangers
Families huddle close squealing with delight getting wet
Slickers and boots mistily appear
Let the rain pour down

Let the city breathe and the country rejuvenate
Wash away the drought with this rhythmic music
Flow into storm drains and make street puddles to splash in

Accept this renewing baptism
Dance with joyful reverence for each drop of life
The land will exalt in its aftermath,
So let the rain pour down.

Cycles of Love

by

Diane Klammer


In the now
Of Eternity
I love you

In the now
Of Longevity
I want you

In the now
Of Uncertainty
I lost you

In the now
Of Infinity
I dream you

In the now
Of Posterity
I remember you

In the now
Of Eternity
I love you

Science

by

Diane Klammer



Just as new life
Springs forth
From a seemingly barren seed,
So does science
Spring forth
From the question
"How?"

Captured Forest

by

Diane Klammer



Forests roam free
Expanding wilder lands of life
Blanketing peaceful green
Covering mountain terrain.

Suddenly without warning
Industry attacks
With explosive force.

Earth crumbles.
Jaws cut into land
Life screams in agony.

Forests are taken captive.
The wilderness is caged by power lines.
It canít grow out.

A Coyote Laughs

by

Diane Klammer

A Coyote Laughs

She lopes along a lazy lane
Lurches away from a blood red harvest sky
Canis latrans bathes in ethereal twilight
Her silhouette slows
She pants tiredness

A lone voice sings
Her plaintive howl rises
Into mirth
From legato wail
Into staccato hilarity

A coyote laughs

She works her way towards the mountains
Running from the Pacific
To a continental divide
A lunar tune was unmistakable
Beneath Dianaís disc

A coyote laughs

She has been invaded
By heartless, nameless
Bipedal multitudes
While being forced
To take new habitat
New diet
Still

A coyote laughs

The Farmerís Shotgun
The Furrierís Fancy
The Hunterís Trap
The Urban Sprawl
Has not defeated
This Capricious Canine
Of Triumph and Tenacity

A coyote laughs

She is joined by others
Until a noisy litany
Mingles into joyous
Universal echoes

They laugh because they commune
They laugh because they convey
This pact of survival
They laugh at Homo sapiens
Who has driven them
But has not eradicated them

A coyote laughs
Because she endures
And she who laughs, lasts.

Daddy

by

Diane Klammer

(for Gene)

Sons grow
Into men
From the farms to the planes
View land below
Make Idaho patchwork patterns
Into LA city geometry

Romance grows
Foreign and familiar
Exotic Brazil Sugar Loaf jewel
Joins military precision pilot
Mixing north and south
Creating new world bicultural blessings

Jobs grow
From abstract science education
To concrete commutes
From deep valleys to wide seas
Quiet microscopic interludes
Bring home bacon

Gardens grow
Into beauty and flowering
From conception
Timely germination
Bears lush fruit
The harvest is good

Daughters grow
Into women representing
Science and music
Love and strength
With father pondering
The female mystery

Impressions grow
Into art
Fluid as paint
Images change
With a thought
To become permanent substance

Grandchildren grow
To resemble ancestors
In ways of intellect
Health and creativity
Design vague plans
Which ripen into full lives

Communication Between True Friends

by

Diane Klammer


(for Carol)

When you are deeply listened to
The whole world stops
Your breathspeed slows
Cleanses you

She makes no judgments
No condescension
Her presence brings just a beingtherewith another

You feel a molten gold
Growing deep within
The recesses of your soul

Your heartsmile warms
Every empty space\
It fills you up

When you return this gift
You deeply listen to her
You give her a special place
She has known for a long time
Yet make it new

As understanding balances on the brim
Of your hearts
You are friends for a moment
When it overflows
You are friends for life

Trips to Boulder

by

Diane Klammer



I am a pebble
I ping pong where I wish to live
Slingshot from LA to Colorado
And back again

My desire weighs me down
A stone around my neck
Propels me along

I love Boulder
A place like no other
The movement wears on me
I want to dig roots
Rocks prove resistant

Little by little
Over time
This erosion
Slowly overtakes my body
I straddle two states

I roll to and fro
From each space
The magnet City of Angels
Keeps pulling me back
I determine to become a mountain

To a Piece of Paper

by

Diane Klammer



Here is the untrodden snow
Anticipating hieroglyphs
Of the creative

Here is the drumskin
Of cherished thoughts
Where the heart vibrates
Its secret stirrings
To a permanent rhythm

Here is the comfortable sheet
Which shields those vulnerable ideas
From prying eyes
Until they are ready to be exposed

Here is the white sand
For the scrawl
Where mind treasures
Are unearthed

Cupid

by

Diane Klammer


This guy has wings
Of some secret stuff
Heís no angel
Though I thought so in the buff

He hides these wings
Beneath my skirt
He takes them out
When he gets hurt

I turned my gaze
During a fight
With wind wounded gauze
He took flight

With his shields of cotton
His gossamer mud
After words as sharp as eagles claws
His wings were white as blood

Then he disappeared
Ran out of words
He should have socked me in the jaw
It would have been less absurd

As I was recovering
From this crazy lovers blaze
He flew back in
Through the word stained haze

He landed right in front of me
Knocked me quite off track
He had a message in his teeth
It said "I want you back".

He put his wings away
He had the nerve to smile
It became a rainy day
I should have run a stormy mile

But Cupid shoots those arrows
Right straight through the heart
So to the message I said "yes".
Oh, why canít I be smart?
But hell canít fight these forces
Stronger than intellect
My soul betrayed all caution
I squashed him to my chest

Those damn wings used for cover
Still get in the way
But now I am aware of them
And the games he likes to play

Hours at Hand

by

Diane Klammer


Our world is in turmoil
Seas are boiling over
In torrents of fury
Responding to more
Than global warming

Prime minister Rabin of Israel
Stood for peace
Was killed by violence
The song still
In his pocket
Answered by a bullet

Those who do more than dream
Of democracy are destroyed
Day after dark day
They are snuffed out
Before their flickering lights
Can take full flame

How many more slaughters
Have to haunt us?
Families from The twin tower
Tragedy 9-11 in New York
Linger with grief stricken
Loved ones mourning
Unfinished business
Amidst murmuring prayers
The world over

If we all clutched hands
Which are feeble with pain
Broken by brutality
Would it matter?

Today so much blood
Terrorizes a nervous planet.

Slums

by

Diane Klammer


Buildings so immense
Millions of people
Like ants crowd
Stuffed in tiny rectangles
Each one seems so small
Compressed
In a miniscule space

Rooms sit silently
As books on shelves
Holding within
Stories of lives remain quiet
Unread, forgotten or abandoned
Left to collect dust
To yellow and crumble
They are overlooked
by apathetic readers

Summer Woodland Night

by

Diane Klammer

(For Dillenger House)

The Moon searchlights her beacon
For Venus is dancing
The wind whispers lightly
Sky beckons entrancing

A chorus of crickets
Sings for an age
Beneath a silvery maze
Moonlight covers the stage

A mockingbird set
From an oak above ground
Makes a tender duet
With that sweet rhythmic sound

Thickets sport showplace
For tree frogs in courting
Chiming a trill
As they sit there cavorting

A world so enormous
Over me standing small
I take in the performance
With awe for it all

Away from the city
A bright shining screen
Lulls me to drowsiness
Allows me to dream

Your Indelible Mark

by

Diane Klammer


Birthday Poem for Pauline

You stamped your soul
Into my heart
Long before I worked
With wood or rubber

You spirit incandescent wit
Cultivate caverns of generosity
You presided as first newcomer
I met in an alchemy of minds

You left heather covered hills
To come west
Colorado is fortunate
To cradle you home

It is a joy to know you
Dwell under the same bright moon
Inspire wherever you stomp and stamp
Shine on everyone lucky to call you friend

Love the way you are loved
Live an endless number of universes
On this unparalleled birthday
Laugh your happiness to grateful recipients

Looking Downward

by

Diane Klammer



What does the sky see?
Canopies of green leaves twisting in the blowing wind
Sand kicking up like dust balls painting shadows
Shark fins chopping through vast blue waves
Rainbows and endless flower fields
Punctuated by butterflies and bees
Tigers stalking prey with glowing yellow eyes
Red lava pouring from volcanoes?

Doe the sky get upset hearing
Bloodcurdling screams from
War torn countries whose people
Bleed to exploding bombs
Or babies with distended bellies
Masses of people slowed to a crawl?

Does the sky long to be smaller?
Does it yearn to let go of heavy stars
Release gravity pulled galaxies
Drop the moon in a puddle
Become a fumaroles tunnel
Flow into an anthill
Or disappear with an electron?

Does the sky enjoy
Lifting up balloons and releasing them
Parting open like a curtain for jet planes
Feeling the tickle of a skydivers descent
Sharing its space with birds like the gliding eagle
Who plays itís currents like a harp?

Does the sky mind to drop in
To the oceanís blue and become one
Or to fade to grey and spit rain
Freeze while dropping hail and snow
Be sizzled by lightning
Burn with each sunsets new blaze

Why does the sky hold on to the earth
Cover it like a blanket
Allow us to breathe?
Does it view all our activities
That make us human with compassion
Or does it just hang over?

Nature Run

by

Diane Klammer



A path stretches out
Inviting me to run
Cushioning my feet
The woods and I
So the two of us meander
By whispering wind and water

The moon slices the sky
As my feet and breath
Sing a strange song
From some primeval place
I stir within
Answering its ancient call

The trail mysteriously reveals
Its course of uphill stump and rock
Grass dirt and stream
I tread its way
Foreign yet known

I bring my own delights
Carry my own sorrows
I go I go I go
Accepting all that is offered
With awe and inspiration
I revel in beauty
In small stumbles
In grace and swiftness
From some inborn clarity
Knowing the only way
Is through dark and switchbacks
Campfires and others passing by

Uncertainty does not hold me back
Does not prevent my legs
From carrying me through
As I glanceahead
A deer bisects the trail
Cheers me in my soreness
Distracts me as I push on

My head bends slightly down
Upper body relaxes
I kick forward
Heel ball toe heel ball toe
At times I fly
At times I seem to slow to a crawl
But I steal moments
When I wink at the moon
Become one with the evening
Forget all but the motion
Existing in just this one space

A Sleepless Night

by

Diane Klammer

(sonnet)

A lullaby of sleep is hard to reach.
I pull my wrinkled quilt above my head.
Although insomniaís reasons I can teach.
This night is spent awake inside my bed.

Strange noises from the outside bother me
The sounds become like hammers and they say
"Go leave this dream you cannot stay to see"
"Wake up before the rooster crows its day."

I weave myself into a tangled ball.
My silent nerves are screaming for some rest.
With wrathful thoughts I curse to conquer all.
When can I learn to figure out this quest?

Yet early hours long before the dawn
Provide the page these words are written on.

Eyes and Ears of a Poet

by

Diane Klammer

(for my Journal)

This is the lens I see the world through
These are the speakers
They color everything I do

The way I form my words
How I feel when I dance
The music I choose

The movies I like
My sense of humor
I see it now

I cannot take off these glasses
I cannot remove these headphones
They are stuck inside my head

Magic in the Garden

by

Diane Klammer



(Dillinger Series)

In Eden hummingbirds zoom defiant
Ignore your lurking in the garden
A barely discernable buzz
Of tiny vibrating wings
Plays a frenzied cadence
Singes the ears
While you stand bemused
With cut flowers in your hand

These flash in bright sunlight
Hovering amidst all
Those bright splashes of color
They metabolize quickly
Barely greet you
Tiny helicopters pull stunts
Of natures magical artistry

You watch that rapid trailing ascent
Before they zoom away
To a mysterious destination

Birthday

by

Diane Klammer


(for Roger)

Sleeping flamingos
Luxuriate in pink
Have no ability to think
Worry about how old they are

For us birthdays persist
Arrive like feathers landing
Touching the street unexpectedly

In strange places
In strange times
We can safely pluck
Each one from wherever it lands

Pick each one up
With our hands
Shaping it into whatever we can

Japanese Tub

by

Diane Klammer



(Dillinger Series)

Small triangular porcelain tub
You hold relaxation
In your pink ceramic place

I doubted youíd be big enough
To contain my bath
Yet your rose space
Hugs me to its warm womb

Almost a heart
You relax each muscle fiber
Rejuvenate my body
Permit me to dream
Of happy moments not yet found

Quiet Rooms

by

Diane Klammer

He has the best
Wife money can buy
He lives in large
Quiet rooms
Where few run
Into each other

He is not happy
He knows pleasure
Very well
He places value
On what is not
He disregards
What is

No one will know
If he bangs
His head against
The wall
He will wipe up
The blood
Remove the stains
The quiet room
Will look perfect again
It will not tell

The lights
Will keep burning
For hours and hours
They will extinguish
Eventually but he
Does not think of that

None of Our Business

by

Diane Klammer


( Song For Valencia Apartment)

Itís none of our business
But I think weíre gonna talk
About it anyway
Itís none of our business
But that doesnít mean
We havenít got a lot to say

Thereís nothing more entertaining
Than a little bit of gossip thatís unusual
To trifle with from time to time
When we choose to have those chats
Before the day is through

We donít know whatís happening\
Or what our motives are
For finding out
But since nothing makes sense to us anyway
Weíll get our kicks
From guessing what itís all about

We donít mean any harm
In spreading rumors
From the things weíve heard
If time was not so heavy on our hands
We wouldnít mention
A single word

We may feel somewhat better
About our own mistakes
If we point out otherís faults
Excuse our own hard breaks

Itís none of our business
But I think weíre gonna talk
About it anyway
Itís none of our business
But that doesnít mean
We havenít got a lot to say

Rainbow Chasers

by

Diane Klammer

Rainbow Chasers

Have you ever
Known a romantic
Who wasnít
In love
With an illusion
Of how she would fit
With a beautiful skirt chaser
Resting eyes on hands
Gazing into eyes
That donít see?

Have you ever
Known an idealist
Who wasnít
Denying that love
Can be an illusion
As he marches
Into the unknown
With the confidence
Of a dream?

Have you ever
Known a cynic
Who wasnít
Previously a romantic idealistic dreamer
Sitting crouched over
Eyes closed
Immersed in liquor
Drowned extremes?

Fighting

by

Diane Klammer



Stormy days
Silent grays
Window pane
Turns to rain

Sting of tears
Cries of fear
Rivers run
Harmís been done

Broken dreams
Two extremes
Try in vain
Start again

Flight

by

Diane Klammer



Hawk in the field
Perfect vision
Poised on a wire
Let me be you

Let me feel the steel
Below my clawed talons
Let me feel wind in my feathers
Anticipation at the moment of take off

That one brief instant
Cutting symmetry through blue space
Buoyantly supported by air
Performing free as a thought

Sharp shinned silhouette
Traces shadows for a few hours
Trading places
I soar while you dream

Lifesong

by

Diane Klammer



My name is life
It is early
The sun has barely come up
As a bright pink ball
It rolls away

Birds congregate
I feed them by hand
People break the connection
They donít understand

Birds fly away
I am solitude
I am sorrow
I smile aluminum

I offer myself
A glass tray
íIt falls and shatters
The ground is clay

I become stone
I splinter out
A red balloon
I am yarn
I unravel
I knit
A cloak of torn
I cannot stay

My eyes are ground
My feet are air
No longer earthbound
They are bare

I turn around
I am everywhere
I am a white feather
I fly away