Poetry Night Upcoming!

To those of you who haven't heard the news yet, I am holding a Poetry Party on Saturday night!

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)