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Spring and All, in the Aftermath
When I was 13 and knew everything, when I was jaundiced as only the very young can be jaundiced, I loved T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. I loved its ennui. I loved the flowing, imaginative, and … Continue reading
Posted in events, literature, my glamorous life, poetry
Tagged bombing, boston, Boston marathon, early spring, modern poetry, modernism, on being a poet, poetry, solace, spring, springtime in boston, violence, william carlos williams
descending into silence
the eye turns inward grass rises, luminous, soft as spring the mouth closes the heart – hearing opens
Posted in mindfulness, poetry, religion and spirituality, wheel of the year
Tagged open, poetry, poetry - mine, silence, spring
empty pond, full sky
what does it mean to be empty and what does it mean to be full? empty air over the still glass surface of the pond empty belly geese make full-throated calls, expectant on a monday after the clocks change– magic … Continue reading
Posted in my glamorous life, poetry, religion and spirituality, wheel of the year
Tagged boston, empty belly, geese, march, nature, outdoors, poetry, poetry - mine, spring, springtime in boston, spy pond, water, wheel of the year
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march 8 haiku – sixty-five degrees
Copley Plaza, lunch: wind flaps the ropes of flagpoles sun opens our coats
Posted in haiku, my glamorous life, poetry, wheel of the year
Tagged boston, haiku, march, poetry, spring, springtime in boston
march 7 haiku – rising sap, first warm day of spring
hug the trees awake feel the sap rising within outside, no jacket
Posted in haiku, poetry, wheel of the year
Tagged boston, gratitude, gratitude as a spiritual practice, haiku, inner child, march, nature, sap, spring, springtime in boston, trees, winter
march haiku – ares winds
march like a song, sad sigh sun beats from the cloudless sky dry sinus, cold hands
Posted in haiku, poetry, wheel of the year
Tagged boston, cloudless sky, cold, cold hands, desire, desire's fulfillment, dissatisfaction, early spring, march, melancholy, nature, ostara, sad sigh, sinus, spring, weather, winter
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Remembers (second draft)
the trees know better than we when spring is coming — weeks ago, they sent their feelers out into the cold. bowed down with snow they knew the grass remembers the color green and the snow remembers what it used … Continue reading
april 26 haiku – commuting, transformation, gratitude, small kindness
horns blare in the fog no question you will be late what can you salvage? seek transformation and cultivate gratitude from the fertile earth see a stranger’s smile at a small act of kindness give one in return
Posted in poetry
Tagged boston, bostonians, commuting, gratitude, haiku, napowrimo, poetry, poetry - mine, spring, springtime in boston, unfriendly bostonians
april 21 haiku: english robins, yarrow, arctic air
red-breasted robin each with his own patch of earth tiny englishmen yarrow’s tender fronds rising from the grass below survived the winter arctic air displaced too warm at the poles above can we send it back?
Posted in poetry
Tagged climate change, direct experience of nature, ecology, haiku, nanowrimo, nature, poetry, poetry - mine, spring, springtime in boston
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