Chrystal Waters
A philosopher, poet, artist and scientist traveling the nexus where space, time and thought meet. I write haiku, short poems, and brief essays. As a visual artist I have created sculpture, paintings, and drawings. My work has been shown in distinguished galleries. My scientific work includes: medical and academic research, technical research, and software development. Please come again. You may return here using www.muskratchatter.me
Wednesday, March 9, 2022
To a Soul in Pain
smile but in understanding
compassion's wisdom
brings love as balm for your soul
there is no need to compare
Mystery
Sunday, February 27, 2022
A Raven Flies
by Barbara Pease
A raven flies across wintry skies. The cold wind blows echoing cries.
People are shivering. The power is gone. Trains are full, and leaving town.
I sit at home. Dreams still haunt me. In fear I search the darkening skies.
Sirens sound. Men wait for guns. Brilliant flashes blind our eyes.
A father cries saying goodbye to a little daughter as he reaches down.
A raven flies across wintry skies. The cold wind blows echoing cries.
A courageous leader stands his ground, in a call for weapons, not a ride.
Ordinary people learn to shoot. A brave army slows an invader down.
I sit at home. Dreams still haunt me. In fear I search the darkening skies.
Raisa said each day during the blockade six thousand people died
in the winter of '42. The young, fill the streets, ashamed, courage found.
A raven flies across wintry skies. The cold wind blows echoing cries.
Why war? Your nation knows such suffering. Can you not hear their cries?
They ate glue to live. There was no food. A child ate peels she found.
I sit at home. Dreams still haunt me. In fear I search the darkening skies.
A leader wandering lost, ambitions destroying him, in dark lit fires.
Such passion brings its own destruction, as he walks along this ground.
A raven flies across wintry skies. The cold wind blows echoing cries.
I sit at home. Dreams still haunt me. In fear I search the darkening skies.
Thursday, January 7, 2021
Run Rabbit Run
what haunts us deep within.
Run rabbit run. Shadow hide
the truth of what you feel.
Run through tree and branch.
Rabbit lost and searching freezes.
Terrain begins to ease the way.
We now know the path ahead.
Cougars fierce and graceful,
running, fade to spirit light.
Fear is gone. The path is clear.
We now know where we go.
Anguish sweeps through souls.
We know how wisdom grows.
It speaks to who we are
and where we need to start.
In God’s healing waiting now,
we cast aside our running ways.
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Shadow and Light
into the world
of our dreams,
my ethical daemon,
my spiritual healer.
Together
I am your poet.
Aqua Dreams
where rhythm in waves
of a jungle ocean
crash the shoreline
in hushed smokey foam
reaching for driftwood and stone.
I watch from a bamboo cafe
aqua clouds and shadow gold,
seeing you.