The wind will shift from south to north again
as the earth tilts her way along the year
and my breath will enter the tapestry
as I weave my own way along, in time.
Author Archives: amyjasek
Morning Song
This morning a song is happening. . . .
Scrutiny, 2
ridiculous: the difference
from aquatic birth to
solid earth, so far north
to deepest south
espresso sings: hand to mouth
Scrutiny, 1
Floating in my cup of tea:
the bric-a-brac chunk leftovers
from the small scoop of flavorful dust
I stirred in, along with honey. . . .
I Am
. . . . realize that I am late. I am going to need more time, at least a week. After that, I will be back and set it all right.”. . . .
A Pair of Italian Sonnets
Pristine Sistine: at the Vatican I walked and walked through halls of wondertil at last I reached the endwhere God’s own voice resounds like thunderfrom images well known as friends In awe beneath that gorgeous ceilingsequestered as a holy choiceoverwhelmed with thoughts and feelingsbrought back to earth by recorded noise Quiet! and No pictures, please!LoudlyContinue reading “A Pair of Italian Sonnets”
Prose Pose
Baudelaire said to be drunk, always, so this morning I am choosing tea and sunshine. . . .
Autumn (45)
n this fading comes regeneration
(even the most robust things must sleep)
so the trees light up with celebration
while within the soil their roots stretch out deep. . . .
Fishing for Ekphrasis in an Urban Lagoon, 2
like I know my body
like my soul knows that one day
it will answer a magnetic call
of its own
“Nothing is Static or Neutral”
Ferocious as a violin
whose bow knows constant friction
this morning saw the day begin
with nature’s noisy diction
The Poetry Patio 