National Poetry Day

I thought all the national poetry business was in April, but I now understand national poetry day is today.  And I read it online, so it must be true (insert ironic glance).  Anyway, with that in mind I decided to post one.  So far it’s untitled.

Have you heard the song
the planets sing to one another?

Or felt the yearning
of seed for Earth
and Earth for seed?

Do you know the secret language
whispered between the roots
of the trees?

Does the moon call to you;
does she pull your heart with her
even as she turns her face?

Then
be still,
and pay attention!

Change

Summer
has grown heavy
and dropped from its stem.

The sun sleeps in
a little longer,
leaves the party a bit earlier.

Last night
felt almost like fall
while today is
crisp and sunny.

The leaves are still green
but a shade paler;
chlorophyll
begins to recede.

Time
to change.
Welcome back,
my dearest Autumn.

Bottled

If I could
I would buy
a bottle of confidence.
In fact
I’d take a case
and keep it
in the pantry.
Then as soon as I was
running low
I’d take out
another bottle
and set it
on the counter
where it would be
convenient,
ready to grab.
But confidence doesn’t
come in bottles.
That would be gin.
And it’s really not
the same thing
at all.

The Trouble with Time

I have trouble
with time.
It is constantly sneaking
away from me,
hiding in the folds of a book,
under a cup of coffee
or behind a daydream

Like a cat,
it stays just out of reach
until I turn my back.
Then it rubs against my legs
nearly tripping me up

Particles, sprinkled on the path,
crunch underfoot
Waves, crash into me
submerge me,
knocking me down

I cannot seem to manage
this time;
so forgive me
if I keep you waiting

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 #24

My lost friends are stacked,
like playing cards,
set on the table
of my immobility,
my inability to reach out
to communicate.

I think so fondly of them
of the times and adventures we shared
tender, or exciting, or comforting
as close as family,
once

In my mind
I take each one,
examine her, remembering
then I take them all – the stack,
the deck
I shuffle them,
deal them out, face up
and begin another game of
solitaire

This is really rough, but I like the idea of it. I have friends that I have lost touch with, for no reason. We never had a falling out or anything like that. We just were no longer had daily or frequent interactions and either business or inertia or something has kept us apart. I got this image while driving and thinking, and tried to write it down (without crashing).
“Friends I have lost, structured like playing cards,” is my note. This makes me think of two things. One is the Virginia Woolf quote, something like, I have lost friends, some to death some to the sheer inability to cross the street.
The other thing it reminds me of is the Pink Floyd song about pictures of faces on newspapers …their folded faces to the floor….

Anyway, some work needed, but it’s a promising start.