Here's a sneak peak at some of the poetry I'll be reading:
at least two of them I am reading just for the sound or the sensation....
Swimming Sonnet
How icy at first the water so seems!
Splash in and spin around, cold goes
away.
Hold your breath, swim beneath the
dancing beams,
then kick your legs, let exercise be
your play.
Be a ballerina with outstretched leg,
down where the waters to your shoulders
creep,
Become a mermaid with a fishy peg,
then, human again, come back from the
deep.
Go to the ledge and let yourself free
fall,
race down, touch bottom and then upward
fly.
Kick and churn the water, there feel
the thrall
wherever you surface facing the sky.
Get out, rinse off, make yourself dry
again,
and in repose you'll see the mountains
spin.
quite a few I am sharing just to share my life experience with my friends.
Broken Umbrella
(Written in Fall 2008, Arizona)
Umbrella unfurled –
done with difficulty.
Dangling rod
hanging from the spidery frame –
dangerous.
Ignorable.
Walking into the rain.
Person running across the street,
soaked.
Wet shirt flinging.
River running down the hill,
in the gutter.
Friends join.
Laughing.
Running through the puddles
in the rain
pouring.
Perfect day for a splash –
Laughing,
Splashing in puddles.
Wet.
Rainy day
perfect for a broken umbrella.
and of course I'll be showing off my latest creations...
(this photo is copyright me)
Meditation on a Meandering Stream
Sometimes life
is like
a stream
and with it
we
must flow,
resting where
the eddies
stop,
running where
they
go.
Nearly bumping into rocks,
gently carried
around,
drifting where
it slowly
crawls,
drowning
where rapids
sound.
But is life always
like
a stream?
Do we float
without
oar?
Are we
only
drifting?
Is there something
worth drifting
for?
and here is one more to reward anyone who reads this far
Cup of Life
Sweet cup of life!
I take thee by the glass
and tip thee to my lips.
All at once I am joined with thee!
Sweet nectar coming in
from out of my mouth,
my hands are fastened, never to
release!
I drink to all my health and happiness,
the painted galaxies and myriad stars,
the forces of time and fate and
destiny,
of choice and consequence,
to things broken and remembered,
people loved and lost!
Hurts made whole,
ancient things fulfilled and
remembered.
I see these things in thy waters,
O cup of time,
and I drink to them.
and here are some tulips from earlier this spring (photo copyright me)
