fiona goodwin

Fiona, in the silence of the night Sings songs of sorrow soft in minor key That sigh above all formal melody In cadences that dance…

I dreamt last night I swam into your arms, rowing My boat headlong from the dock of an ocean cottage, which in The dream I…

Feeling the Emotion Needing burning It means  Grace Deeply drinking In her spirit Streams flowing from the River Most natural thing in the World Every…

We spend our lives trying to remember Why we came, To get back to who we are And who we yearn to be. It’s a…

The Journey is long, filled with rough edges, potholes and sand. Tires blow out. Engines catch fire. All around us People are speeding to their…

This body lays stiff… As, silent… as stone…. Yet… as monumental… as internal space. Like, memory it is time bound. Resonating…. through… ages, eons and…

As the clouds Begin to Fade She will speak Her anguish In spirit She will turn from the Window And glance at the clock She…

Deep within my deepest sleep , a beautiful troubled wing dragonfly flew straight into my eye .  It flew to the center , then my…

She is a firebird Her battered heart Lies in a polished Jade A riverbed of Compassion She is new Every morning Her soul thirsts Finding…

I was born bewildered. At best, not ready for this earthly climb. I must’ve made some brave requests. Before entering this plane. I lived sequestered…

I am flying to you tonight. Like an American Airlines pilot enroute, on the eagle you ride to God. I am flying to you tonight.…

Body remembers…. Bouncing… bumping… blasting hits. From outside…. inside… blowing…. us to bits. That spinning cycle. Growing old…. Growing young…. The wind is barreling… in…

I don’t do vision boards I used to I put a dark skinned curly haired boy on one And years later I was holding him…

As soon as the Front door Closed She got right In her own eyes Heat of passion Appraising Tired of feeling Sad Seeking good Joy…

I am the light and the dark Struggling in this spiritual fight. Emotions take over , my mind races over and over. Thoughts create reality.…

Leaping, lunging, lurking into strings of recollection. Colorful, rainbow spheres. Floating and dancing on walls. Garlands of dialogue, cut through, dangling daydreams. Words, thoughts, stories…

I didn’t cry When my mother died I remember how we Swam in the rain At the beach Using umbrellas in the sand To keep…

How am I now surrounded by beauty? I know I ask that question often, I think I gave myself permission To love myself fiercely, I…

I look up from the umpteenth draft of this poem to watch You prepare the shelves you are building for our books. How deftly you…

Spiraling Spurning Forth wisdom As all the shadows Fled before Her Still remaining great Her movements are Gracious She is not Put to shame in…