24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Breath spirit wind, over the face of the waters,
separating mind spirit from body,
bringing life into each sustaining a human trinity,
through tiny caverns in our lungs to the expanse ,
of our interconnected atmosphere,
flora and oceans cultivate an airy link,
interdependent cycle ,
as first our original mother breathed through us,
the same air we birthed into breathing,
hard hit jolt into initial life,
continuing until the last jolts to restore our breath cease.
divine loneliness
move for better reception
clear call and response
A wonderful device is the pogo stick
you can go up and down and do it really quick
As an exercise device, its role is concise
and at sixty-one I jump in a very small clique!
– Mark L. Lucker
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Each time I pace this route
I see new offerings
3 doves, the gloss of the holly
if there is a time to feel mortal, it is now.
all the plums are forming, an altar under a tree
a bottle hangs on a branch
We better pray, better pray
for a bubble of fresh air
turn their up golden faces and hands
stretch their pale fingers
looking for leaf skeletons under
a tree with no name
see the tracks of animals
the knot protrudes and encircles itself
nameless, dropping fruit
a succulent pricks up like a hedgehog
2 finches on a wire, one red, one brown
I’m reminded the female is plainer
the man who makes the music is moving on
his talents are wasted here
do you know about eucalyptus flowers
or the stones tiny hands are painting?
fungus like oysters on a tree stump?
and the moss that hangs from a stale pine
Each time I pace this route,
I see new offerings
do not fear blooming
the ever unfolding rose
feeds souls and purpose
Moonshadow
Running after the moonshadow
Over the clouds
Over the hills and over the plains
Holding the elusive streak of light
Lost in the meadows
Down to my last breath
Gasping and gasping…
The shadowless me wakes up
Moon goes over the bend casting a veil
Passing a secret smile
Hour 10
@varenyas
a head spinning ‘round
then it was full of worry
from too much hurry
a light within
There are few things as startling as encountering an unearthly glow in the wild.
Julia Baird, Phosphorescence
even in deep night now
a wild glow rises
as an unearthly anti-mist
startling even the stars
things are no longer
as they were the unholy
alien haze embracing all
like an eternal bushfire
there are so few dark
corners left in the world
encountering yourself
happens alarmingly often
now moved to stillness
bone tired and spirit heavy
to listen fully
I love the snowy, frosty, winters
The blowy dismissal as it enters,
Centers, the stage of gloom,
Merely because it is followed by bloom.