Notes taken 53 years ago From a lecture, no doubt Where my head droops slightly Under the weight of fatigue, Letters trail off, Shrinking under the strain Of staying awake But not alert, Capturing recognizable words Too slowly to hear what follows, The thought, the idea Of what I have to gain from being there,Continue reading “Poetry: Notes”
Category Archives: Poetry
Poem: Butterfly Shadow
Oh, brave warrior Of delicate means Dodging unseen obstacles In a moment always to be A butterfly’s shadow Flying further from me.
Poem: The Fool’s Way
A leaf flutters from a tall tree, Free for ten blinks of an eye. He doesn’t see it rest gently At his feet, Having lost interest To the consumption of time He’ll never get back In a forest he never Wanted to be in. Such is the fool’s way.
Thoughts…
Old Poem, New Photo
I’m in the process of taking photos to go with 50 poems I’ve written–it’s a way to survive the pandemic. Here is a photo of a painted lady on a cosmos, part of my take on retirement. First Day of Retirement The panicked whine of a chain saw Rips through my black morning coffee AtContinue reading “Old Poem, New Photo”
Friday Poem: Arc of an Orchid
Life is out of balance When the arc of an orchid Weighted with fragile beauty Cannot hold our attention. ### California is burning up–wildfire smoke has blanketed the state with hazardous air, another reason to wear a mask. The concept of looking at the details of an orchid is a challenge.
Poem: Orange Sunrise
In the glow of an orange sunrise Dogs don’t care, They bark out loud and tumble In a smoking lounge Of bad air. While I worry if tomorrow Will be the same.
Poetic Insight
My thoughts have been sharpened by these days of forest fires, a pandemic and the politics of hate. When I look at a photo I took of a turtle in a river bed several years ago, I see a military helmet, now more than ever. Perspectives are shaped by personal experiences. I once crawled underContinue reading “Poetic Insight”
Poem: The Nightmare
The Nightmare If the nightmare had been real, You would have fallen down a mine shaft With no bottom, Arms flailing, Bloody fingertips striking jagged concrete, With balls of fire hurtling at you, But wait, it would have been worse than that If it had been real, This silly nightmare You think will be chasedContinue reading “Poem: The Nightmare”
