Waiting for you
Waiting for you
Waiting for you, as the days and the nights come and go… I will continue waiting till the end of time. Ever since you left me in this world, my soul went after you, traveling from...
The Past is Glass, Turpentine, Rags: A Garden of Love
They think they love God! It is only his old clothes—of which they make scarecrows for the children. Where will they come nearer to God than in these very children? —Henry David Thoreau, Journal (Nov...
I split the dawn by Carol Munroe
I split the dawn clutching my pen
and thoughts of You
and words
roaming round my head the clock runs on
I won't let go
of my marker
and my clipboard
and thoughs of You
like flowers blooming
in my head a pink haze dawns
the writing...
MIND TO NO MIND
MIND TO NO-MIND
The distance from Mind to No-mind
Is only a thought sacrificed
It does not exist.
A word unspoken
A touch unreal
A deed dreamt.
The roar of silence
Stillness spanning Time and Space
Deeper and deeper into Being
I descend
Effortlessly
Sans care
Sans...
e.e. cummings and the Easter Season
e.e. cummings is one of my favorite poets – most people recognize him for his refusal to capitalize, his odd punctuation, his unorthodox use of space, and his inventive diction. M. L. Rosenthal wrote in...
The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Eighteen (Harper)
Reuben, Reuben
Michael S. Harper My selection this week is the powerful Michael S. Harper poem, "Reuben, Reuben," from the collection Images of Kin, which came out in 1977 and was nominated for a National Book Award. It has...
Summer Light – by JoyAnne O’Donnell
The blue sky sings with the summer's flowers white daisies the color of clouds wonders the sand so soft blessing us freeing our spirit's bus to rest and revive to wonder and survive.
Ocean View, Monday, October 11, 2010
Ocean View
Monday, October 11, 2010
By Jude Rittenhouse Late today, light’s long fingers—penetrating a wicker chair—made a short-lived lace on a forest green cushion: a briefly flickering legend that will never be precisely repeated and will...
Lectio Poetica: What is the Question?
“Sometimes . . . you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests . . .” – David Whyte Ten years ago, just three months after falling...
A Deep but Dazzling Darkness
I think one of the greatest of metaphysical poems is Henry Vaughan’s masterpiece “The Night.” The poem takes as its inspiration the scene from the third chapter of John, Nicodemus visiting Jesus by night....