Tag Archives: poem
Reading Brian Doyle and it’s likeHe took a vacation in my head, with a canoe orKayak, paddling around the marsh collecting lilyPads and skunk cabbages, so prevalent in the dark spots,And weaving them into a poem that speaksExactly to me … Continue reading
The sea paints the shoreas the rain lashes my face;the wind sings a hymn. (waves: Jim Stewart)
A tree in my yard, upheaval in my country. The tree stays the same.
In the grey light before sunrise you examine the yard and driveway: sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff Snort! sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff Snort! The new light catches the focus in your eyes, much as it might catch the focus … Continue reading
Strawberry moon looked more like honey, so I’ll go with that today. (top: al.com; bottom: wsj.com)
Left right left right left my brain trading back and forth quick entertainment (top: adsoftheworld.com; bottom: preptalk.hermits.com)
You are younger than my daughter, but you are not my daughter. The rich human history of young women and old men is a cross-grain of joyful noise and heartache. Wisdom is the most valuable attribute in both directions, a … Continue reading
Sunlight finds my feet, warming better than slippers; Drowsiness follows.
We live our lives here where the greatest human accomplishment is Art. When we are gone the wolves and butterflies won’t miss it. (photo credits in a previous blog)