Poet's Beginning...

Published Winter 2013,

 Solitary Plover.com

The End of War

The end of war is like the beginning of war,

cherry trees blossom

                      then drop their petals,

         another is soon to follow,

it takes the breath away.

2012

"In Separation and Return, Cate NcNider's recent book of poetry, the author creates an indelible, in-depth work, rich with metaphor and imagery, empowered with feeling tone and straight talk, and delicate with a vulnerability that touches tender places, permeating soul and presence.

Share in the journey of a poet's diverse life path as artist, naturalist, sensory being, daughter, great-niece, pet lover and insightful human. As we read through this important coming-of-age offering, we travel alongside a heart that is winding through vulnerability-strength, anger-sadness-acceptance, fear-courage, and loss-release to find home."  -Beth Goren

Connection

"Everything is for you, by you",

is what I heard, in my inner ear.

Messages from the Self to the self

if heard, can give you a real security, 

if you listen. 

It is the only voice that is true, 

with nothing to hide, with no agenda, 

with no payment. It just is.

If you quiet the mind, it is always

there --- you must let dissolve what

covers it.

5/28/2020

Man - In Cooperation

Man is Man.

He sells out his brother,

no matter the color or class.

His victim isn't special - 

it's just what he does.

You may not remember, but 

last time, you were the one

doing the betraying.

Now, you get to experience

the other side of the equation.

8/15/19

The Point 

The art is not the object.

The making of the art,

is not the object.

Even the process of making

the art is not the object.

It is what the art is 

c o m m u n i c a t i n g

that is the point, from

where it comes, that is 

the object.

The painting itself has

no value, does it

make you feel?

Look to the source for 

the message, it’s in the 

source.

It is a message to itself,

it gives of itself to itself.

The experience is the art.

Understanding where it

comes from is the art.

Allowing it is the art.

Accepting it is the art.

Knowledge of this, is

my artistry.

11/26/18

Experience

Look into what you can’t see,

feel what you can’t touch, 

taste what you can’t smell,

it’s now.

2/3/19

Times Around the Sun

I am not forgotten, to myself.

I remember many knee scrapes, 

rejections and ignore-ances of others

as I look upon the healed scars.

It is only I, that recognize the markers along 

my journey and more importantly: 

the undoing and undressing of the mask 

and inner tensions built, in order to survive. 

Now, going forward, it is the absence of it

that allows naked feelings to spontaneously 

announce themselves, dance within my being, 

whispering the whys of lessons my Self

taught me, and that revealing the original nature 

of my Self, is the way home.

8/6/2019