I sit to center.
First realization: I
cannot discern plumb.
meditation: day one
Reply
2020 hindsight
sights – set high – blown off
cours(ing) through air – a virus
strain(s) humanity
Nightfall
autumn dusk falls fast
last the viewer now the viewed
time to draw the shades
foul weather
smoke-laced crisp fall fog
like aftertastes of apple
when the half-worm shows
Poetic Injustice
Justice is blind, though
inherently judgmental.
My verdict awaits.
COVID culls with dispassion
guilty and guileless alike.
dVerse MTB: Jisei (Japanese Death Poems)
Separations
wheat from chaff
gold flakes from silt
truth from lies
me from you
dVerse poets poetics: Wheat
Dog Walk
Yesterday you hugged the gravel path.
Today you strayed into wildflowers and
withers-high grass,
nose working the air as though
inhaling heaven itself.
Tonight I’ll pull burrs from the
long fur on your legs and bum.
Tomorrow, who knows?
With you, it’s all good.
dVerse poets Quadrille #110: Bumming around.
Shine
If you fail to shine your own light,
the lights of others will determine
the nature of the shadow you cast.
Blue B’s
Beautiful blooming bluefields bounce, bob, bow.
Balmy breezes brush by,
blowing… bending.
Blue blossoms balance
atop tall, slender green stalks.
Buzzing, boisterous bees; bumbling busy bugs
bombard bevies of burgeoning blue bouquets.
Bad-ass bayoneted bottoms belie
beneficial blending
of pollen dust on golden legs.
Room to Think
“Welcome to my house!” The little boy pulls aside a low hanging branch and gestures into the shadow of an old growth cedar tree.
“What a lovely home!” I look around the imaginary room: the evergreen walls, the mossy drapes, the soft carpet of aromatic brown needles. The boy grins.
“And that’s your house over there!” He points to another tree, and then to a fallen limb. “And this is your thinking bench.”
“My thinking bench?”
“Yes. When you want to think about things, you can come out here and sit on this bench.” I sit on the limb and marvel at this three-year-old’s creativity, and it occurs to me that every home could likely benefit from a thinking bench. See? It’s got me thinking already.
roughhewn cedar bench
space to breathe unfinished thoughts
warm breeze stirs the mind
