pushing mower round and round
exhaustion
flower petals brush my face
poetry
Sunday Haiku
walk slowly on the rim of wonder
throw rocks into the abyss
feel snow melting on your perfect face
Sunday Haiku
shades of pink, purple, red and yellow
children laughing, playing
song birds sing their territorial songs
Rosie and Mink
Six years ago my first exchange student, Kornpanod (Mink), from Thailand, joined my life. Recently, she came to visit me for a month.
Six years ago she graced my life
joy filled beauty.
Now back with me briefly with love
exploring, riding Rosie, laughing.
Sunday Haiku–Not (Rosie)
I know I promised a haiku every Sunday. However, while I was outside with my horse, Rosie, this kept running through my mind:
Leading Rosie by her mane
no halter, no lead rope, nothing
clicking my tongue, encouraging
Rosie’s such a good girl!
Storms
Shades of grey, white, charcoal
tumble, swirl, curl,
orange lightning zig zags from
sky to ground
thunder growls, deep voiced
threatening.
Suddenly, the sound of silence
suspended, waiting.
Writing a Poem Per Day
Was it a mistake to commit to 30/30?
Stacks of ungraded papers loom before me.
Commas misplaced; contractions; misspelled
words; tenses switched; “had went”; there,
their, they’re all confused.
Plagiarism checks, time consumed.
Stacks of ungraded papers loom before me.
Commitment and Poetry
This business of committing to posting a poem a day during National Poetry Month is not so very easy. Yesterday I totally forgot and tonight I am nearly too tired to think of anything at all profound and clever. However, a commitment is a serious endeavor, I will put my fatigued brain in gear, and something of use to someone will hopefully result. Now that I puzzle over this, the solution is to write a poem about those things to which I am committed:
Commitments
Make a difference in this world.
Enjoy ordinary moments.
Hang in there for the long haul.
Express joy and courage to
be the best possible self.
Make a difference in this world.
Dance to the sound of silence.
Learn something new and
meaningful every day.
Meditate, practice yoga.
Cherish friends and family.
Make a difference in this world.
Change
“If you want the present to be different from the past, study the past.” Spinoza
Christians went to the Holy Land
to claim it back. Crusades.
Moslems fought Moslems
Sunni against Shia
Sufis outcast or revered
Hafiz, Rumi
No middle ground
No compromise
Centuries gone
New technology
the only change.
No one learned
listened to the past
to the humane
voices in the wind.
Pain
She remembers nothing.
Head vibrates,
fingers tremble
heart thumps.
Her brain hangs on
one big thorn on a
mesquite tree.
She cannot cry,
looks at pestules on
dry, blotchy skin.
Her brain hangs on
one big thorn on a
mesquite tree.
She tries to remember.
Feet walk on
broken shards
eyes crimson,
silently cries.
Her brain hangs on
one big thorn on a
mesquite tree.
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