Tuesday, December 25, 2018
Saturday, December 22, 2018
Question to Ask Before the Full Moon Tonight
These holidays ablink
with cultural 'must'itudes
of costumes adorned
ceremonies performed
traditions enacted . . .
Hey moon, if my New Year's resolution is
not to wear the bottoms of my PJs rolled
anymore
(which habitude suggests is non-deprogrammable)
-- does that mean change is
improbable?
Or are you hinting I've not yet sorted out
what goes, what stays,
in this on-again off-again
soul-self evolution
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Sunday, November 25, 2018
Monday, October 1, 2018
A Little Moment
At the
bus stop
on the
way to the post office this morning -
an
elderly couple
side by
side on the bench.
She's holding his face in her hands;
gives
him a kiss.
My eye
catches them in the act.
Their
eyes catch me looking.
She laughs and places her hands in her lap.
He
grins.
The
smile on my face
(inadvertently
let loose during the smooch)
still
lingers.
Love
never gets old.
I bet
her kiss has made his day.
I know this unexpected
little moment
just
made mine.
~~ awyn
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Monday, August 27, 2018
Poem No. 27
[Found on page 40]
Hermes
a.k.a. "magnet
of the wise"
talks about
a fallen pearl
that can only
be retrieved
at an un-
fathomable
depth
where earth's
core pours
in molten sheets
to cover
the sea floor
fire and water
mix to forge
the buried Self
a blind creature
no eyes have seen
that generates
its own radiance
from no visible
source
~ ~ Paul Pines
Excerpt from "Book Two: The Absent One," in
Divine Madness (Marsh Hawk Press, 2012).
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Paul Pines
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
Goodbye, Tom Clark
Tom Clark (1941-2018)
Thank you, Tom Clark, for your poetry and presence in the blogworld.
May your adventures beyond continue.
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Tom Clark
Saturday, August 4, 2018
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
Optimism, in a Counterview
awynart2018 |
The ship is sinking.
"LOOK!!!! There's a squirrel!"
"LOOK!!!! There's a squirrel!"
~ ~ ~
Enough of the strategic 'Throw-everyone-off-balance' tactics
and squirrely re-directs for the unthinkful.
Read some poetry instead.
It provides insights,
suggests interesting alternative
Possibilities;
shows us beauty, and
reminds us that life is
Life.
~ ~ ~
a corrupt world
in its latter days . . .
but cherry blossoms!
~ ~ Kobayashi Issa
[Translated by David
G. Lanoue]
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Issa
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Monday, July 16, 2018
Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Saturday, June 30, 2018
us, them, I, we: Becoming the Other
we all wake as each other
we all wake as each other
i, particularly
pick you up when you die in air and auto crashes: in a dream
i am you, and then
all memory is gone, nothing but a sensation of relief at living on
i felt the flame
touch my skin
i have been a rainbow coloured woman in a sinking bus, i have been a
passenger on many
ferries, i have swum
down, to a door, white metal in blackness, gone through,
and drowned
sleep apnea be damned
i am you and you are me and we are all
reflections of the larger eye that we
are building
~ ~ Peter Greene
©Peter A. Greene 2014
[Thanks, Peter, for permission to share your poem here.]
i, particularly
pick you up when you die in air and auto crashes: in a dream
i am you, and then
all memory is gone, nothing but a sensation of relief at living on
i felt the flame
touch my skin
i have been a rainbow coloured woman in a sinking bus, i have been a
passenger on many
ferries, i have swum
down, to a door, white metal in blackness, gone through,
and drowned
sleep apnea be damned
i am you and you are me and we are all
reflections of the larger eye that we
are building
~ ~ Peter Greene
©Peter A. Greene 2014
[Thanks, Peter, for permission to share your poem here.]
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