Poetry By Cindy Rinne

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​The Silence of Being

Native soil
Old roots
Worn stones
Saguaros march
Birds gather
Raven floats
Canyon ash
Hummingbird surveys
Dead branches
Red hills
Tears swell
Eyes sting

She drinks from the well,
Swallows ancient
Language, earth fire.




No Address


Silence broken by pigeons
On wires singing a sad song in the mists –
 
She can’t fit through that window anymore.
            The panes melt in the flames.
                        The eternal spring gurgles.
                                    The mailbox disappears.
 
No address brings wandering as the pepper tree sways
In one last whisper.

Cindy Rinne creates art and writes in San Bernardino, CA. Cindy is the author of seven books: Mapless with Nikia Chaney (Cholla Needles Press), Moon of Many Petals (Cholla Needles Press), Listen to the Codex (Yak Press), Breathe In Daisy, Breathe Out Stones (FutureCycle Press), and others. Her poetry appeared or is forthcoming in: Birds Piled Loosely, Home Planet News, Outlook Springs, The Wild Word (Berlin), Storyscape Journal, Event Horizon Magazine, several anthologies, and others. www.fiberverse.com

Photo by Wendy Hunt

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