Night BloomOur river path rustleswith ancient songDusk a blanket of fertile airTendriled moss thick and brightcovers a moist moon &we are a wild Eden seeding roses in rock Words chosen from the Nature Magnetic Poetry Kit.
Rings & SeedsSunlight inhales the fleeting rainswallows a mirage of purplesand golds, we are witnessto a changing face from showerto sleep. Each day flowers turn petals from east to west, trees add rings in a seasonal birth and death. But we are like laundryon the clothesline being washed and worn, shedding our skinswithout renewal. Our … More NaPoWriMo 2022 day 30
Plus, we appear irrationalAnger is like a giant wave -We can surf it to solid landOrwe can let it wipe us out.Anger isn’t fuel, it’s acid.We are not righteous warriors,we are slaves kneeling under it.Don’t be a slave.Ride it, feel it, forget it. Thanks to artist Gaynor Kane and Paul Brooks of The Wombwell Rainbow … More Napowrimo 2022 day 29
The Lure of Lightparted the darknesslike her handsparted my hair, gentlybut intently, her fingers braided wavering strands over and under, first upthen down. The sea was always inside, restless, driven. Salt water dripped,a broken pearl necklaceleaving invisible traces, refracting light in shades of circling fins. We swam in twilight, tumbled, tried to hold onto passing … More NaPoWriMo 2022 day 28
Lattice WorkLike tendrils reaching for the sun I reach for youWrapped in our long love Thanks to artist Anjum Wasim Dar and Paul Brookes of The Wombwell Rainbow for inspiring this wee haiku.
In the Mist: A CentoAnd anyway, what’s wrong with Maybe?Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually.Let me keep company always with thosewho say “Look!” and laugh in astonishment.You don’t hear such voices in an hour or day.It could mean something,it could mean everything, it could meanwhat Rilke meant, when he wrote:You must change your life, … More NaPoWriMo 2022 day 26
EdgesI love days when sun and moon play together overhead, when the moon is a slice of whipped cream piewhile the sun is a blanket wefeel but acknowledge only from the edges of our eyes.I am a morning person, grabbingevery sunbeam and moon pie, holding on for more and more and moreof that. Every morningoutrunning … More NaPoWriMo 2022 day 25
We’ve Always Been HappyWe were together again last nightsitting on the patio in our old aluminumlawn chairs, ice clinking in our gin and tonics playing cymbalswith the low beat from the radio. Smallanimals rustled in the underbrushat the bottom of the garden as the hoot of an owl wafted on the wind.We chatted about the … More NaPoWriMo 2022 day 24
Each Minute, Each YearAfter the thickness of night, a salty morningmoistened by invisible strands of Gulf Streamthat I imagine are yellow like saffron meltinginto another day and another day. I watchtwo women stroll down the sidewalk, arms swinging like pulleys back to home and family, drivers zip by in a kaleidoscope of madness and metal, … More NaPoWriMo 2022 day 23
Cruising the FestListen to the whirl of guitar & drum ridingon the breeze with whiffs ofThe Big River & roast beef po boysListen to the rustle & crunch ofpeople clapping, feet dancingin a crush of bodies & funWatch nimble fingers plucking stringsof steel, hair flying like freedom on fireWatch an elderly gentleman, dapperin dark suit … More NaPoWriMo 2022 day 22