This poem was inspired by the confluence of two things, the first was a response a friend made to me when I was expressing my frustration with the manifestation of apocalypse and how it seemed so hard to thrive in these conditions: “We’ve got to learn to ride the wave.” The second thing was coming …
Tag Archives: poetry
Homage to Jasmine – Bee Prayers
Homage to Jasmine – Bee Prayers Four forelegs fondleThe bud that’s not floweredThe stem, certain to holdThe source of the nectarTo feed the family Four foreleg fondleA pose of prayerFlower the flowerFor a harvest of pollenThat we might bake the nectarIn hexagon forgesTo feed the family Four forelegs fondleBrought here by our danceDirecting and diviningWhere …
Drinking the Sky
Drinking the Sky Raindrops splash into my cup I drink good morning coffee Look up into the sky and ponder the journey of a raindrop From the depths of the ocean, Twisted by tides, Pulled to and fro by the moon, Rising, surfacing, steaming Steaming from the scathing scold of the sun The sun, a …
Scaffolding
Scaffolding PointingThe chimney needs pointing andScaffolding scrambles up the sides of the buildingMaking way for the chimey pointingRusted feet stand in the wayIn my wayTo my gardenAnd my peace PointingThe chimney is not well,Joints sore, brickwork groaningMoaning for mortar, to be filled and shored up PointingThe chimney needs pointing andScaffolding scrambles up the sides of …
This Mourning
I am this morningMourningThe mornings pastThe things undoneThe comfort unsaid I am this morningMourningThe guitar not strumThe call not madeThe words not written I am this morningMourningA nest emptyFamily flownA brother lost I am this morningMourningThe cheek not caressednot kissedThe chance, not chosen I am this morningMourningThe time turnedThe lover leftThe heart hurt I am …
Carving out Time
Time on the Table, a feast at the readyNot prepackaged slices with no heartStealing moments of enjoymentWith mindless media of mediocre mettle Juicy slices carved with careful calibrationA dance of deliberation, selectingSalivatory slices, sumptuous & savoryLiving moments marinated in life livedWith the choice choices chortling, chosen I am carving out timeSeparating skin & fat from …
The Shape of Time
What is the shape of time?Is it L’engle’s tesseract, a cube in 4 dimensions? Wrinkles or ripples reveal it, asWaves unfold on the surface of water On the surface of my days, my life emerges,Like waves in water, tugged by the moon. But what’s tugging me to play out life?As the dance of my attention …
Imagine Anew 