ForetoldI told you beforeyou remember that timewe did that thingwell, this is like that No, this is not like that at all Forewarnedyou were told beforeso where are your arms?bare in the winter wind,unguardeddefenses down for the count The news is disarming anyway Remember cracking openthe fortune cookieand reading something tellingon the slip inside:“the bestContinue reading “Prophecy”
Prophetic naturesending signals of a changeit’s our choice to seefree will lets us stay asleepfree will lets us take notice At the door: a knockan announcement of a changewaiting for our earsif we choose, we can listenif we choose, we can open Further to yesterday’s post, here I am sharing the Advent poems I’ve putContinue reading “Prophet”
The wisest ones are always called crazyratty and preoccupiedpockets full of proclamationsmuttering their way through the crowdwith bits of wilderness stuck behind their ears Possibly he could carry onin that fashion foreverif people didn’t start to listen,gathering with hesitationthat turns to alarmand then convictionaround his street-corner sessions,each day a new ramblingmaking more senseanswering the questionstheyContinue reading “John”
On the cusp of Adventwith the fires litbut the bells still stowed awayin closets, cabinets, boxes, and shelvesall decoration tremblinglike tinsel in a soft breezewaiting for the starting whistle the blessed season stirs in its slumbersubtle movements behind the eyelidsshow signs of awakening the dawn holds its breath in anticipationheralding that midnight long agowhen theContinue reading “The Waiting”
Nostalgia is a warm soft beddowny, drowsy, a burrowwell insulated by last year’s leaf-fallthe earth turned and fragrantwelcoming a snug hollowwhere memory can dwell what slept all year awakens nowbrought forth by the changing light,the yawning season stretches and emergesbedhead crazy wild withprolonged hibernation,stuck with twigs and leaves like an old nest the kitchen fillsContinue reading “Remembrance”
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Standing in the cold lifeless air of Westminster Abbey, surrounded by marble morbidity, the good and great and privileged interred at every turn, monarchs at the head of the table and poets consigned to a dim corner, and there, amid the flag stones of the nave lie the mortal…
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In the wild toss and scatterof today’s north windI am up there with the leavesat the top of the treeholding on for dear life Thanks for reading!
seeds within the orange month of sweetness:the cauldron full of candyspooks that knock for treatsplaying tricks on the memory time folds, past meets presentlike a ghost in the machinesuddenly showing its face night gathers, softensthe faithful beat a path through the cornfieldamazement-bound forthe labyrinth of childhoodthat never really ends Fall has always been my favoriteContinue reading “October”
breaking the silencebrooding over the laptops:a loud group of friendssocializing is daringparticipating in life When I was young I remember coffee shops / coffee houses as lively places I would frequent to hear live music and hang out with my friends. We would talk and laugh, people watch and play games. Nowadays it seems likeContinue reading “Cafe Tanka”