before sun-white wall
green buds dream of lavender
in thrall to iris

before sun-white wall
green buds dream of lavender
in thrall to iris
solitary nude
unperturbed by graffiti
monsters’ silly snarl
“Illness or pain is just an extension of negative emotion. When you are no longer feeling any resistance to it, it’s a non-issue.”
(Abraham-Hicks)
Task:
Track down resistance
Behind, belated, and loving it
Stretch
don’t dabble
plunge in
wholehearted
welcome the violoncello
its notes reverberate
glide raindroplike near
undying
forever
deep-dive
where invaders
in mantles of mother of pearl
melt suffering into iridescence
shapeshift into shining
gems
befriend the flitting
swallow
see it build its nest from
mud and saliva
here in the quiet cloister
of an abandoned
convent
turn the stone it
astounds
lay your palms
gratitude gently
on stumbling blocks
pour syrah on the ground
drain the silver
cup
stretch farthest
the lark spirals skyward
listen
its song caresses
the wheat field
when you break bread
let its flavor be
vertical
Life, woven from love?
Look around, see nature woo,
squirrels chase from elm to fir,
wood pigeons coo,
buds break open, leaves renew,
bristly hedgehogs stir,
so, too, the human zoo.
Bus driver beams welcome
to arriving crew,
bearded face beneath blue
hood, limping old lady,
misunderstood,
shy newly-weds, tourist
lost in morning mist,
of local language not a gist,
mom, bundled-up baby,
bright-helmeted cyclist –
driver alive to toing and froing,
smiles farewell to all on going,
openhearted benevolence,
no mere surface happenstance,
greetings instants of luminous trove:
life unceasingly weaving love.
NaPoWriMo: write a love poem.
9 April 2022
And now for our (optional) daily prompt! Because it’s a Saturday, I thought I’d try a prompt that asks you to write in a specific form – the nonet! A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second has eight, and so on until you get to the last line, which has just one syllable.
Happy writing!
Nonet on Gratitude
Gratitude like a blond squirrel
delights in crunchy beechnuts
like an autumn leaf swirls
in a gentle wind
loves to expect
forever
great good
now
A tongue unraveled
Amble through the jungle,
find an orchid in bloom, guest of a luxuriant tree,
inhale its aroma of words,
the scent of its honey dew heart,
rest and wonder:
are words edible art?
Like a hummingbird hover,
home in on orchid’s flower-star,
a lover, see its chalice shimmer pearly bright,
alight, your bill ajar
unfurl your tongue,
sip, savor the sweet nectar of words.
When you’ve had your fill
retract your tongue,
bill closed, coil tongue inside,
don’t frown,
fold your wings, go to bed.
Night before long
will unravel your tongue,
braid a poem’s lines around your head
like a laurel crown.
26 March 2022
Hi dear friend,
After listening to TONY ROBBINS last night – whose voice so REPELS you, this morning I feel curiously at peace and joyous.
Discovered something huge:
that I can do chores that I normally do inwardly dragging my feet, tempted to let myself slip into “justified, RIGHTEOUS OVERWHELM”,
surprise:
I can do, and did, those “unwanted”, “draining” things with slow, delighted gentleness and loving fingertip care. And a big smile at the wonder of life.
And I woke up with another revelation, this one about YOU, dear friend (based on a psycho law you know well). Here it is:
If you zoom in on what you most dislike in Tony’s voice, you’ll discover, hidden behind it, the one thing that is HOLDING YOU BACK from the BIG success with your poetry, music and artwork. Guaranteed.
Let me know!! Have fun.
Nothing is more exciting and rewarding than sleuth work on oneself.
Spills right over into a freer world outside.
🙏💙Wonderful times, for us two oldies, too, of pushing limits. In a busy, stationary, mental life of cooperation. Of dealing with an avalanche of data. 💯💯Scaling ridges of burocratic exigencies. Finding new ways of advancing across digital glaciers. Training endurance AND sensitivity.🕺⚜️
It’s so exhilarating how new skills of 💕love and comprehension 🤠happen🤬🥰 in these stretches of paradox. Like the arising of 🌈 rainbows when opposing forces, rain and sun, water 💦 and 🔥 fire, embrace each other!💞
So delighted at how you inspire 💫me, my new, ages-old, newfound soul friend!🫂
Have a sunny 😎 Sunday of glacier-patrolling training! ⛷️🥳💥
The program for the day:
Spreading love