Category Archives: poetry

Look Away


One long fluid day
Flowing and leaking and seeping
Across my thoughts and through them
I have stared so far and long
Into books
Out windows
Into Mirrors
Out of things to stare at
And it blurs the
Obvious do what I may
Do what it takes
To stay
At least for today
If my mind could
jump into itself
so fast that I would
barely catch a piece
of me
there might be what is left
and it might be enough
To make it until the end
of the day
Sore eyes
From staring
Sore heart from looking away

Catherine MacAdam


water drops
Drip, drop

The sound of

reclamation into slightly dirty bowl

Primed for lift off

In a regular sort of way

Hunker down

With candle sticks and what is good to read

Folded back, dog eared recipes

Of egos come and gone

Make a note -a sticky note

Invitation to the dance

Slices and slices of

Freshly spent time

Lined up in order of thought and deed

Drip, drop

The bowl fills up

A pink reflection possible

A look inside gives bones to disembodied dreams

The sound of birds

At nesting time

Held by trees that drop more seeds

The ground receives them


Drip, drop

And time to fly

Fall or pushed

These things happen

Proclaiming themselves

To be the truth

Gathering call

Of old and new

An image emerges in the bowl

There is more

Where that came from

Peeking in

With folded arms

Toss a wish

Its harvest time

Catherine MacAdam



Blessed are the man and the woman who have grown beyond their

greed and have put an end to their hatred and no longer nourish

illusions. But they delight in the way things are and keep their

hearts open, day and night. They are like trees planted near flowing

rivers, which bear fruit when they are ready. Their leaves will not

fall or wither; everything they do will succeed. ~ Psalm 1


She spit mud which landed –

On his spear

He aimed and she was nearly dead

Behind his shield he stood and wept

His heart was hiding

In her mess of 4 long years of words and love

And long, long nights of building this


It is not finished but it is done

And weeping falls on tear baked mud


Lay down and I will climb between

Your shield, your heart and it is real

This story we have made of us

A long cold walk to where the road

Is edged by trees and ancient growth


Lay down and I will climb between

My other days, my other fears

I will cover where we meet

With fur of bear and antelope


A dying starts to sing a song

A song that prays for safer days

And she will keep his corners warm

And he will never walk away

And she will never be the same


I felt you shrink into a bird

Inside my trembling, frightened hands

You can fly; I know you can

And I can wait and turn my face

Until we find our way again..


Catherine MacAdam


Vegetable soup

Eat your vegetables

Written on my forehead

Written on my mirror too

Eat your vegetables

Try and do what’s good for you…

I like my tomatoes with mayonnaise – lots of it

With salt and pepper on toasted bread

An avocado for dessert

A whole one – I eat it slowly with a spoon

Good for me and good for you…

Full of nuts and vineyard fruit –

On my forehead peeling truth

Vegetables are good for you

Pulling out the chocolate

Melting for the final time – or maybe not

I am getting good at this

Eating what is bad for me

Serving what is good for you

I am eating chocolate

And dipping vegetables for you

Once again the miAbstract Body Photography Jes dancerror claims

Her bowl of bruised and spoiled fruit

Choosing what is good for you

But not for me…

Sticky words and bitter truth

What is good for you is poisoning my appetite

As I drink the vacant juice you left beside your dirty plate

And as I clean and scrape and grate

My forehead words into a soup

Of lies, of poison and of you


Catherine MacAdam

Image Source: Abstract Body Photography Jes dance



Pentimento – Visible evidence of an alteration to a painting or drawing that indicates the artist changed their mind while executing the painting. This can leave an effect where ‘ghosting’ lines from the original design can be seen through the thinning paint.

Between the scenes and telling me that honesty dreamed dreams of me I found the oddest little seed that promised not reality…not quite real – and yet the dream left finger prints of seeds on me.

I did not leave them knowingly or if I did their scattering had left the sense that what I see was only you and was not me…

But in between…

Crisp the air between us feeds the need to follow and to lead; at once this song was dancing me and I was in its grasp.

Love is all about belief and casts its light indelibly where morning meets the grassy eve and leaves the dew of honesty.

You gave your place with shy retreat and slipped back in so quietly.

Do you watch where I have been and trace a path and watch again as I encounter covering that lets me try again…

The shadows warm and shelter me and there is light between these dreams. Call them back and I will find their gentle path to what we see and what we cover in between…

Catherine MacAdam

Image Source: Vanitas Stilleven – Omgeving Rembrandt


Screen dppr

The wind slides through

My torn screen door

Hanging on

The bugs creep in

The flies come home

Sometimes I can hear them moan

The long slow death of a filter queen

Sounds a bit like a mating scream

Sounds so tempting

But not so clean

Come on in right through the screen

Take my hand and then take me

I saw an angel in the street

She lay among the flies and oil

I took and washed her sockless feet

And then I watched her turn to me

Her back was open

Torn it seemed

The wind came through

Her moaning back

Torn and formless

As they screamed

The flies and bugs

Gave thanks to me


Catherine MacAdam

Image Source: Marta Syrko, Musetouch.


Black bird

A circle caught my

Thoughts today

Placed me

And my place was found

Once again

Restored my faith

History and next are one

So moving on is moving through

It seems I caught and passed myself

Just in time to start again

It does not matter to me how

The new beginning came

Or how it found me in this place

And gave me peace

And showed me grace

Around and back we seem to dance

And birth ourselves another chance

One by one

We share this too

Always old

Always new


Catherine MacAdam

Image Source: Pinterest



You’ll be alright here on your own
The question jerked my not so fast
But there was never time to wait
And think about the what to do

Nodding was the only choice
And sadness lifted all again
My skirts of hidden wondering
Folding in their careful pleats

Alright is what I always am
Except when morning darkness seeps
Just before the scraping dawn
Is this a test of loyalty

I wonder once again…
Or maybe just a test of fate
Where drifting days
Have learned to stay
Alone and waiting on the edge
And balancing my wasting love
With staying always true to faith

Behind you is a line I see
Drawn in nightmare shades of gray

And so I ask you please to come
For you, for us and yes for me
I do not know what else to do
And so my days are balancing

My morning dark
My waiting time


Catherine MacAdam




Shallow shore that follows me

As I touch its foam

Like a tender new love kiss

That stays and waits for more

Water brushes earth and skin

And I brush what I say

The softest sound is whispered here

The softest touch is evergreen

Time gives gifts that drift astray

Randomly it seems

And who can say what length of days

Is true and just while angels play

And watch us strive and dream of things

That may or may not stay

Throw a stone and throw one more

And watch the ripples calling

All that matters in a home

Is love and trust and planting faith

A home of love

A home of prayer

Where people come to safely be

And all the windows look both ways

And kindness at the door

Let us build this house I pray

And I will come

And I will stay…

Catherine MacAdam