Sensuous scent of a hidden loveflows through memory of Eastern windsas a voice of celestial currentsthat electrify desire My heart’s focus is the tiny bluethat peeks from ominous shadows Who I thought I was unfoldsas veins of life unknown to me before The Na/GloPoWriMo prompt for Day Two was a two-part prompt. First, we defined … More Passion’s Path to Fruition
ONEIt’s like the oppositeof a black hole,a capacious expanse thatincludes all energy,all light TWOAt first you may bedisoriented like whenyou awaken in a hotelroom away from homenot knowing where you are THREEDuring a gradual transitionyou become aware of aconnectivity you have with allbeings to the point wherethere are no distinctions FOURConcerns about the war,inflation, job … More Five Assertions
Today I’m a Great Blue Heronbuilding a nest in high branchesof a stand of tall trees long deadin the midst of a swampy wetland I’ll fly high to view the worldfrom a cloud perspective,rest by the lake when I find oneand wait for a catch that will come No longer worried with human concernsof taking … More Alter Ego
I become a new creation of me each instant when I notice the freshness of the moment as it arises Break away from my cocoon of guilt for past actions left undone, or done with no undoing shed the shell of longing to cling to future pleasures Just be a me evolving strengthening unused wings … More Chrysalis
Cooking, like life, is transformationraw quinoa, for example, is inediblebut boil it, add veggies and spicesfor a savory transformation Like cooking, life’s raw materialcan simmer in spiritual awarenessadd exercise, friendships, sleep and fresh foodfor a delightful transformation Photo courtesy of Pixabay
We returned at midnight, a Hawthorne in the headlights greeted us at the garage; the rest of the yard in darkness Only after awakening to the May morning light did I see Persephone’s handiwork accomplished during my absence The ankle-high fiddle heads I’d left behind had grown to thigh-high ferns, ground cover green before I’d … More Persephone Handiwork
If I critically evaluate the nature of my life; use the tough-love hand I’ve used when I revise a poem, would I delete the habits not needed in my life? revise for measured rhythm in relationships with others? insert smooth transitions? rearrange ideas? choose new perspectives? embrace surprising turns? Can I begin this moment to … More Revision Avoidance (part 2)
Nothing is fixed in a permanent state even what appears to be solid is made of cells that practice osmosis where liquids and gasses move through a permeable cell wall Beliefs are not fixed in a permanent state even solid beliefs used to define ourselves for long stretches of life’s journey can transform as we … More Permutations
The yellow lab trumpets his request “Let me in, let me in,” until the red door opens where he comes in from the cold into warmth Loving kindness whispers her request “Let me in, let me in” until my heart opens and she transforms my apathy into concern The photo captures the dog across the … More Let Me In, Let Me In
Each time a memory’s remembrance is recalled, affected by new memories, it’s changed This month in a writer’s group, we are working with different poetic forms. This week we are exploring the Cinquain. This poem is an example of this form. Graphic by Pixabay.
Wind Rush 