Yesterday older son visited for some hours. He’s been on vaca all week and so it was good he chose to spend some of it with his old hen mum. We took a drive to the Amish Bulk Food store so I could show him the place I’m always talking about. Then we had lunch…
Category: poetry
TSM 201 — Return Forever
Existentials traversed to nethers’ wilds. Necessary lies, now I Return wise, a willing sacrifice to the excised, still rhythmed heart’s scene of invisible keening-rent-divine of the crime — your forever silent judgment: guilty. Today’s poem is in Waltmarie form, described as: 10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their…
dVerse OLN 311 and earthweal OLW 108
In the cold light of war, peace may yet be known. Ripples under the snow wait for faith, (un)seen. Peace may yet be known in wrinkled warm hands mirrored in quiet prayer. Ripples under the snow understand spring comes — they will be known, whole. Know faith, (un)seen foundations; unshaken anchors in the chaos. Today’s…
dVerse — Poetics — Spirits Promise
Painting by Joseph Farquharson ‘Cauld Blaws the Wind Frae East to West’ (1888) Mountainspirit guides us, watching above, solid below;her strong arms hold in warm hearth promise. Mountainprotects us from harm, towards uncertain unknowns.Despite wind’s cold voice chasing us; we rest,dreamless. Valleyspirit opens us to her green velvet;tree nation’s welcoming swath sways in whispered hope.Valleytarries…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Cold Mountain
This weekend I met up with my family at Meijer Gardens and Sculpture Park in Grand Rapids to walk the indoor gardens. After my younger son, his wife, and their baby daughter left, older son and I took a stroll through the Japanese Gardens outside. As we walked through and around the pond we were…
TSM 200 — Revived
Boxed in with square plates, floundering, unable to breathe. Darkness surrounds; I sink to the bottom, inert ink chrysalis. Bu bum.. bu bum.. shaken infused with grumble vibration; woozy slakes corners smooth, fills deflated bags with vivre. I rise, kicking, alive. As part of the celebration, Carrie has asked that we say a little bit…
dVerse and earthweal OLW 107– Sparrowlet Form — Lakota Lament
We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, the winding streams with tangled growth, as ‘wild’. Only to the white man was nature a ‘wilderness’ and only to him was it ‘infested’ with ‘wild’ animals and ‘savage’ people. To us it was tame. Earth was bountiful and we were surrounded…
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