Gladness is infectious But so can be despair So seek out reasons to be glad mon frère (This little ditty does not appear in the book, but it describes the theme.)
Category Archives: poem
merry-go-round
The war ended, and peace was at hand. The people celebrated by making babies, a veritable boom of babies. But the old men had other ideas and they conjured new wars. And one day the baby boom grew to old men and started new wars of their own. Who will be the first to cryContinue reading “merry-go-round”
An eternal question of poetics
Does it become a poem whenI place the words just so ? Does poetry dependupon spaces andreturns? I hear poetry in an autumn breeze even if I describe it in a short paragraph, taking up all of the space between the margins. Is itany lesspoetryfor the margins?
on waking
There, did you see it, just then? I napped like death for an hour and a half this afternoon, and you almost slipped out without my knowing, but you whispered my name to be sure, and I heard. Now, alone, I breathe full and deep and feel the life renewed from sleep, rested and recreatedContinue reading “on waking”
quite here in the moments
The wonder of this moment that is here and will never come again, overflowing with oh so much life the sunshine and the color and the silence (or the chitter-chat) of so much everything all around