I have an intriguing proposal to makelet’s kick the leaves in the yardnot to hurt them but to stir them upso they can dance once more in the wind,jump up to their cousins falling down This poem was inspired by Lines for the Fortune Cookies by Frank O’Hara. Photo by Alegri courtesy of 4FreePhotos
Daily journaling is the marginalia of my life’s story Image from Reading with a Pencil by Austin Kleon, an interesting take on marginalia. A poem by Billy Collins you might enjoy is titled Marginalia. Additionally, you might want to check out The Marginalian an eclectic collection of essays on works of literary and visual arts.
Finch-sized leaves fall from maples twirling forty feet to fleck the ground with sunshine Both photos taken from my back yard in previous autumns. Our leaves here are just beginning to fall.
red squirrel pauses from nut hunt, sits on hind legs front paws held in prayer Photo courtesy of Pixabay.
You appreciate themoonwhen it is a faintsliver beforesunrisethat you would have missedhad you not been up in thedarkto comfort Star Baby I found this poem I jotted down early, early one morning. Star Baby was our cat for 20 years. At the end she needed lots of care but also gave much love back. She … More Star Blessings
I did my best to make him smile it wasn’t much; he loved my try when amused, which is so rare his blaze of laughter fills the air like music from a joyous buddha all I can say is hallelujah This poem was inspired by Leonard Cohen’s song of the same title. Listen to one … More Halleluja
I hung up a poem put in a frameto read again as I pass it each day As a child I caught fireflies in punctured-lid jarsbut at bedtime I’d let them free to go play Frames can highlight beautyjars can capture the fleeting So, I’ll frame my life with intentionslid opened for serendipity
cool August morning prelude to hot afternoon ephemeral breeze Graphic is an original watercolor painting.
Language is painted with brush strokes of silence – paused punctuation between sentences, breath of white space between words coating of what is said that envelops what is not said Silence, hear it to know how to listen This poem was inspired by Hearing Silence in Tricycle. Photo courtesy of Pixaby
night sky pricked with stars likelihood that I will see waning crescent moon ~ appear in the celestial dome ~ night sky greyed with clouds likelihood that I will feel cooling summer night Photo by Benjamin Voros courtesy of Unsplash