The Owl Arranging All of the Night: A title by Mark Strand
Here I am arranging the night.
You will never see; it’s my burrow
in the desert.
Wee burrow, wee owl,
giant diggers
huge dreams.
“The Owl Arranging all of the Night”
18 Apr 2016 2 Comments
in "The Owl Arranging All of the Night", Poetry Tags: "The Owl Arranging All of the Night", giant diggers, huge dreams, my burrow in the desert, wee burrow, wee owl, you willnever see
the lion metaphor
17 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, the lion metaphor Tags: assert themselves, ferocious lion head, football, golden chrysanthemums, lion's mane, mating season, the lion metaphor, touchdowns
lion mane reversed
the lion metaphor
golden
chrysanthemums are hardy
assert themselves in football season
touchdowns
golden
lion’s mane asserts itself in mating season
hook-ups
ferocious lion head
My Prayer
16 Apr 2016 1 Comment
in My Prayer, Poetry Tags: a child again, ice melting, in the flow toward You, it's your daughter, less fearful, listened, My Prayer, responsible, separate, who don't believe
Please Father, it’s your daughter Jeanne.
I’m trembling down to my toes
with fear.
About the politicians
who won’t work together, but like to separate.
About the cartoon in the New Yorker
that shows You preferring the earthlings who don’t believe in you.
About the melting of ice,
the species endangered; what is evolution? what is destruction?
About the media
who keep suggesting I am responsible for the imbalance.
About my ego that denies
You are asking me to be a Christ now and in the future.
About my aging which renders
me a child again, but one who knows better.
So, Father, it’s your daughter Jeanne,
in the flow towards You, surrounded by all your children.
less fearful, now that You listened.
A Song
15 Apr 2016 1 Comment
in A Song, Poetry Tags: A Song, croon, existence, Hafiz/Ladinsky, molecule, sacred, someone sang there, There is no spot on earth
There is no place in existence that ever
became sacred until someone sang there.
even if it just be a molecule. That is enough.
I hear they croon all the time
Hafiz/ Ladinsky
from “There is no Spot on Earth”
The Dancing Metaphor
14 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, The Dancing Metaphor Tags: arcs, epicycles, fox bites apples, gyres, I Saw Her Dancing, Jeanne's iPhone6+, Marge Piecy, Photoshop filter, raindrops, spirals, The Dancing Metaphor, we change
photo taken by Jeanne with iPhone 6+ (filter in Photoshop)
I Saw Her Dancing
Nothing moves in a straight line,
But in arcs, epicycles, spirals and gyres.
Nothing living grows in cubes, cones, or rhomboids,
But we take a little here and we give a little there,
And the wind blows right through us,
And blows the apples off the tree, and hangs a red kite suddenly there,
And a fox comes to bite the apples curiously,
And we change.
Or we die
And then change.
It is many as raindrops.
It is one as rain.
And we eat it, and it eats us.
And fullness is never,
And now.
~ Marge Piercy ~
(Available Light)
Arun (1 to 5 words in 5 lines)
13 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Arun (1 to 5 words in 5 lines), Poetry Tags: Arun (1 to 5 words in 5 lines), creation clapped its hands, dance first; think later, Four poems on the night, hymn to the sun, lights danced like doves, madly singing, makers of grandeur, Samuel Beckett, valors
Four Poems on the Night
I
was madly
singing in the
mountains when the lights
appeared and danced like doves.
It
was a
hymn to the
sun; reflecting in the
vapors, makers of grandeur’s sons.
Light
came first;
and then creation
clapped its rhythmic hands:
ta-da da-da-da .
“Dance
first. Think
later. It’s the
natural order” Samuel Beckett
Night, lights, hymn, rhythm, dance!
Letters penned calligraphically
12 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Letters penned calligraphically, Poetry Tags: apocalypse, divine chant, envelope divine, leave an aura, Letters penned calligraphically, reach for the sacred sanctuary, strut their eloquence
Letters penned
calligraphically;
strut their eloquence.
reach for the sacred
sanctuary
leave an aura:
envelope divine
divine chant:
apocalypse!
Informal, Slightly Old-fashioned Boondocks
11 Apr 2016 2 Comments
in Informal, slightly Old-fashioned Boondocks, Poetry Tags: a hoity-turty boor, busy as a one armed coat hanger, cockamamie doohickey, full of malarky, her whirlygig nincompoop, hodgepodge afternoon, Informal, pipsqueak, ramshackle, razzle-dazzle, razzmatazz, roly-poly, scalawag, skedaddled, slightly Ols-fashioned Boondock, topsy-turvyragamuffin
A hoity-toity boor
full o’ malarky ‘n shenanigans
met her whirlygig nincompoop
in cahoots with a topsy-turvy ragamuffin
busy as a one armed coat hanger
on a cockamamie doohickey
of a hodgepodge afternoon.
Before sunset,
the scalawag skedaddled off
with her pipsqueak
for a roly-poly overnighter
of razzmatazz ramshackle razzle-dazzle!
Words
10 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Words Tags: feathers, in a holy direction, Jeanne Lohmann, that fly on our breath, Words
photo by Jeanne (hens on the run @ Owen’s 4/9/16)
Words
Our words are feathers
that fly on our breath.
Let them go in a holy direction
Jeanne Lohmann
Famous
09 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in famous, Poetry Tags: acclaimed, ear to ear, famous, Hafiz/Ladinsky, integral, miracles, noted, rhythm, rituals, symbols, traditions
integral
ear to ear
noted
lyrics
rhythm
symbols
traditions
rituals
miracles
acclaimed
Two Bears
Once
After a hard day’s forage
Two bears sat together in silence
On a beautiful vista
Watching the sun go down
And feeling deeply grateful
For life.
Though, after a while
A thought-provoking conversation began
Which turned to the topic of
Fame.
The one bear said,
“Did you hear about Rustam?
He has become famous
And travels from city to city
In a golden cage;
He performs to hundreds of people
Who laugh and applaud
His carnival
Stunts.”
The other bear thought for
A few seconds
Then started
Weeping.
Hafiz/Ladinsky
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 