Monthly Archives: October 2011

A FRIENDLY OPENING

Arms stretched straight, the body’s plea to welcome-ness (akin to home with open gate)– hoping to make friends with trees, flowers, bugs, air, water, and ashy fire remains– indeed, with all that is around me. . . flopping down to … Continue reading

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WHAT ARE WE HERE FOR?

Are we here to do what we cannot do? I say no. We are here to do what we can, all the better if it’s what we are best at, and according to some universal or divine plan not according … Continue reading

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TAKING IT IN AND WANTING IT TO MAKE SENSE

windowside, I sit with curled up feet in cozy armchair, my day almost complete, with an ear perched near the window screen as eyes read lofty document, brain squirms to squeeze some mundane sense from it a whisper of a … Continue reading

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CAN IT BE THAT THE BIRDS GO AND HIDE WHEN THEY PASS? by François Coppée (1842-1908) (translated by Elaine Danforth)

At night, by the fire, often in my thoughts Comes the death of a bird, somewhere, in the woods. During the sad days of winter cast in bland tones The poor empty nests, the nests one abandons, Swing in the … Continue reading

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AN OCTOBER OPENING

Breezy, misty shore well lined with birds looking toward the gently lapping bay To peck out patiently Until, through their bill, they’ve gathered up and swallowed down their fill.

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COILS BACK TO THE SURRENDERER

Winding passages within a dark and hidden twisted, pinkish-greyish jumble. . . more winds down at the other end, a maze obscure, that traps fierce zoo away from light– for one carrying said maze, itself so laden, no wonder one … Continue reading

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STANDING TALL AND REACHING FAR AND WIDE

My arms are strong, my days and nights are long– I bend to lift the wares from ’round the world, pluck them from their stately ships and put more back again to sail the seven seas– some are raw material … Continue reading

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