Poetry

woman, flowering : a painted poem

My desire is pushing, lighting me through this mud. I am the lotus. Can I focus on anything but the light? The light takes forms And the forms vanish Again and again. The Sun is calling the Moon. I am relieved, Sense...

sonar

Sonar As I dance across the floor Swift as light I feel that floor you swept me across And your arms your legs your feet My arms my legs my feet My smile. Foxtrotting me through space like a knife through butter You...

The Paintbrush

Enlightenment is like a paintbrush placed in the hand of a mannequin who has fully captured your attention while the child behind you dances wildly with paint stained hands soaking the world with expression   Prove your devotion to love and...

taking out the trash

taking out the trash While taking out some trash this afternoon I observed how quiet it was outside. In the ordinariness of this action I became very aware of myself as silence in relation to Nature. even when sounds arise...

Boston Requiem: She is no Hagar

Boston Requiem: She is No Hagar Banished, alone and left out in the desert to die, Hagar sat down far away from Ishmael, her son, and said ”Let me not look on the death of...

life has a honeysuckle lover

  As the day ends and begins this evening Presence comes to me envelops me stills me and asks me to dance. I tell him I will let him lead. whole body excitement to have such a dance partner. so touched, mind can't know is my...

jesus

An angel, son of The God, a prophet... Numerous terms denoted to address, a soul so pure... Healing leprosy of an ailing devotee, restoring the sight of a blind, magically bringing back the dead,, he possesses...

Tiferet Poetry Reading Sunday, April 21

Here's a nice article from The Alternative Press about our upcoming reading Sunday, April 21 from 2-4 pm in Summit, New Jersey. This reading is co-sponsored with The Writers Circle (www.writerscircleworkshops.com). Three poets will...

Your Opening: An Easter Poem

The garden is not grateful to the gardener. The bud does not cry, 'Open me!' Darkness untangles threads of light without God's fingers, filaments of pollen spilling from the reckless void. The gardener is grateful to the garden. Only...

Today is different…

Today is different… Today is different or is it? The dim gleam of morning rays just creeped out of the horizon. But I was waiting for their arrival. Sleep had not left my eyes but a smile escaped...