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How Quiet
Posted on Wednesday, December 17th, 2008
How Quiet
Six osprey dance on thermals
Three hundred feet above;
In circles they glide whisper-low,
Then rapidly speed upward
Against an ice-blue canvas.
Flat clouds texture-rough
Drift south like waffles
Browning golden
On the rising sun.
How quiet.
Melancholy
Posted on Monday, December 1st, 2008
Melancholy
Melancholy tends to snag the past
As we surf cast in stormy seas; [...]
After A Deep Rain
Posted on Friday, November 21st, 2008
After A Deep Rain
A Great Blue Heron
Looked at me this morning;
It stood upon a piling
Just after a deep rain.
He gazed as I do
When time is not urgent;
Still – shifting its weight,
Yawning a wide beak,
And then [...]
Creativity
Posted on Thursday, October 30th, 2008
I wrote this poem as I contemplated change.
Creativity
There’s drone out there
Squelching imagination,
New directions,
Paths emerging –
Monotone dull that’s it,
Lacking inflection
Smothering passion;
Mandating repetition
In past illusions
Of colorless routine.
It’s time to stir awake
This sleeping soul
Who now limits excitement
To painted [...]
Creativity
Posted on Thursday, October 30th, 2008
At the risk of sounding like a revolutionary, consider how you relate to creativity, especially as it concerns the authentic self that resides within.
Creativity
There’s drone out there
Squelching imagination,
New directions,
Paths emerging –
Monotone dull that’s it,
Lacking inflection
Smothering [...]
Yet to Pass
Posted on Tuesday, October 28th, 2008
The following poem I composed as I reflected on my life in India thirty-five years ago.
Yet to Pass
Years past I smoked
Madrasi cigars
Hand rolled by
Brown-skinned girls;
From tall dark bottles
With residue settling
Drank beer brewed by
A mischievous Jesuit;
Reclined [...]
There is a Time to Pray
Posted on Saturday, October 18th, 2008
There is a Time to Pray
Indeed there are times
When fire-burn sunrise
Turns gray even dark at dawn,
When wave sounds rush thick,
And ponderous are thoughts
Of past and future feints
That linger upon the heart;
This is a time for [...]
Decoys
Posted on Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008
In Starbucks the other morning, I wondered about poetry and its impact on me — and perhaps you as well.
Decoys
Writing poetry is
Like carving decoys
From sun-bleached wood
That invite you rushing
Overhead to pause,
Be still on clear water,
Listen [...]
Yet to Pass
Posted on Wednesday, September 17th, 2008
I was thinking about India the other day and this poem is the result of that reflection.
Yet to Pass
Years past I smoked
Madrasi cigars
Hand-rolled by
Brown-skinned girls;
From tall dark bottles
With residue settling
Drank beer brewed by
A mischievous Jesuit;
Reclined [...]
Intuition
Posted on Friday, September 5th, 2008
Observing a Sandpiper on a desolate beach inspired these words –
“Intuition”
How does a Sandpiper
Calculate wave speed – depth
As it scrounges food,
Pursues retreating crabs
On still wet sand?
Are its eyes fixed back?
Do tail sensors catch sound,
Vibrations – [...]
