Poetry

Not Enough Light

The milky way is not enough, the star-stream tapped from leaf veins, the indefatigable chloroplast, the hidden factory of golden nectar in loam, photons immolated in sacrifice to mold your bronze nakedness - still, not enough, not enough light! The sun...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Thirty-Nine (Amichai)

San Carlos Wildflowers John Fowler This week I've fallen in love with a new (to me) poet, Yehuda Amichai, whose selected poems I picked up at Half Price Books a few weeks ago and have been devouring...

Music & Poetry

Hope you'll visit my poetry blog! This week's prompt is about the relationship between poetry and music. Your comments and poems are always welcome. http://adelekenny.blogspot.com/

Lunar Eclipse

I drove the streets, looking for the moon, the red moon. I couldn’t find it at first. The trees were in the way, the stoplights too bright. I drove west and west, found an open space, where the boulevard...

” THE MASTER’S WORDS ……………… “

ah, the Joy of loving ....................ah ! the bliss of not-twoness in being ........... where the giver and the reciever become One in giving, and recieving where Giving is recieving, and Recieving giving ...........     There is no end To...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Eleven

From Bareback Alchemy: http://melissastuddard.blogspot.com/2012/05/mnemosyne-weekly-poem-eleven.html Lucille Clifton cutting greens I've been just nuts about this poem ever since the first time I read it. The "kissmaking hand," the kitchen twisting "dark on its spine"--what a mythic image Clifton...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Thirty-Seven (Reznikoff)

The First Thanksgiving at Plymouth by Jennie A. Brownscombe This week for Mnemosyne I've selected, "Te Deum," a simple little poem of praise in honor of Thanksgiving. The poet, Charles Reznikoff  lived from 1894 - 1976 and was...

New Poems by MargBouvard

HYMNS I think of Falah’s sister in Iraq who lost her husband, her four children, affectionate daughters, proud sons. I think of her empty hands, her empty house that is no longer a home, and I pray. I think there will...

Genesis

In the beginning, One became Two so that He could listen to Her. But She did not speak. She danced naked and silent before Him who dumbfounded babbled and gazed, gazed and babbled meaningless ecstatic baffled syllables like Yah! Hum! So! Ha! which were seeds of creation, wondrous particles of God's...

“The Shower Prayer” by Cristina M. R. Norcross

Please click on the link below to my official blog, Running on at the Ink, to read my latest poem, "The Shower Prayer."  For a brief, poetic respite from the world through a meditation...