4-25-20
To, “First do no harm”
if only politicians had
to make that pledge
Feel free to include your thoughts on the topic in the comments.
Micro Poetry
NaPoWriMo – Day #12
Sudden Easter storm
buries the garden in snow.
There will be no resurrection today
Perhaps tomorrow
or later in the week.
NaPoWriMo – Day #6
There is
a single bud
on my Christmas cactus.
Today it opens
showing me
how to be brave
and joyful.
Micro-po: Choices
I stand
at the cross roads
where the rose blooms
With no path chosen
I live
in limbo
and the rose
drops her petals
Small Wonder
A seed
becomes a world
a cell
becomes a species
for, the smallest thing
can make the biggest difference
So where will you go
what will you do
in this big,
wondrous
world?
Status Quo
When does routine
become compulsion?
When does ritual
become cage?
I do not
have the answer;
I only know that I chafe.
Sunday morning thoughts
I have been reading Rumi and Mary Oliver; most recently “The Truest Devotion” and “Wild Geese”. They put me in a frame of mind to think of things like this:
There is love
And there are rules
And there is love of rules
Which of these do you worship?
NaPoWriMo #30
The vesper sparrow
provides
my evensong.
There is no
more eloquent
prayer of thanksgiving.
Hey, NaPoWriMo folks – we made it! Congratulations to us all!
NaPoWriMo #28
Devotion
To what do you devote yourself?
What do you worship?
What do you cherish?
To what do you give your time?
A short snippet composed of awkward questions, but the sort of thing that’s on my mind just now.
NaPoWriMo #18
Like a blind dog
searching for water
we use our other,
inadequate senses
as best we can.
Can we sniff out love,
or salvation
in this dark, mortal chamber?
Ok, this needs work, like the “can./ Can”, so close together in lines 5 and 6, but right now I can’t take the time to fiddle with it. Another one to come back to.
In Other Words 