111 posts categorized "Poetry"

Our shadows meet

Shadows_apollinaireShadows on the path / June 2013


Made somber by the sun
Our shadows meet
Until the sun
Is squandered by night

Gods of living water
Let down their hair
And now you must follow
A craving for shadows

~ an excerpt from "Clotilde" by Guillaume Apollinaire (his brief career influenced the development of Futurism, Cubism, Dadaism, and Surrealism and the legend of his personality—bohemian artist, raconteur, gourmand, soldier—became the model for avant-garde deportment)

Just by your presence

Yay_eggEaster Poetry Brunch / March 2013

... and so I wish for you that you would open your heart and let [this gift] flow through you, that everyone whom you ... meet on this day will be blessed by you; just by your eyes, by your smile, by your touch -- just by your presence. Let the gratefulness overflow into blessing all around you, and then it will really be a good day.

~ C's Reading paraphrased from Benedictine Monk David Steindl-Rast

Beehive here in my heart

Honey-loveTulips glow in the late winter sun / Dec. 2011

"Last night I dreamed -- blessed illusion --
that I had a beehive here in my heart
and that
the golden bees were making white combs
and sweet honey from my old failures."

~ Antonio Machado (thanks Mitza)

That yearning

Boundary_creekColors on a peaceful late fall morning / New Jersey / Nov. 2011

Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.
And the Drano won't work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up
waiting for the plumber I still haven't called. This is the everyday we spoke of.
It's winter again: the sky's a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through
the open living-room windows because the heat's on too high in here and I can't turn it off.
For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,
I've been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those
wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,
I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it.
Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.
What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss--we want more and more and then more of it.
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep
for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless:
I am living. I remember you.

~ What the Living Do by Marie Howe

Practice resurrection

Mytulip The miracle of spring, the power of a manifesto / April 2011

"Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection."

~ from Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry

My form 1040 is on lily white paper

YourbrainontaxesThis is what your brain feels like while reading through the maze of "ten-forty-anna"

Tax Return Instructions Haiku:

Income from sources
both legal and illegal
is subject to tax

~ Exact phrase from 2010 Form NJ-1040 Line-By-Line Instructions for "Line 25 - Other"; page 28

(Really? I can't believe it actually says this. Does New Jersey condone illegal income? Can you shed some light Mr. Christie?)