Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, December 08, 2022

as for myself

I've sunk narcissus bulbs
into dark, stony places 
                                                 pushing them down into dirt
                                                 hoping they'll rise...
my random presents to myself
mirroring blessing
                                                  as the weeks arrive, curving
                                                  into Christmas
I yearn for their spiky baroque
their green resilience
                                                  to lift color into the cold air
                                                  rustling me to worship 
for a fragrance--so like flames  
to rescue me from winter

Monday, December 05, 2022

from a distance

hope is heavy
her mouth is pulled out of shape 
with worry
          she thinks
          bruises are the sharp edge of love  
          in skin's own ink
but in the water
she floats, weighs nothing at all
it anchors her 
          to meaning
          she can break down in answers
          then drink it in 

Wednesday, November 30, 2022


I wake wanting to be
inside the side 
you are on 
                 to step outside my body 
                                   threading through
                                   discarded stories                your departures guiding me
                                                                               through volcanic swirls
                                                                               so swaha / shanti
                                    I'm ready to swallow fire 
                                    unwrap smoke shapes
                                    hold revelation

when you nod, mouth "now"
I'll know how right away
to rehearse my life 

Tuesday, November 29, 2022

long way home

the poem is like a conscience
the poem could be a boner 
            like a sun moving in raindrops 
            its rainbow fires everywhere
but the halves of a lonely day
will just not come out equal
            you know, I know... I'm trying
             to walk us all the way back
but you pirouette like a planet
pledge I'm a continent adrift

Tuesday, November 22, 2022

I know these things

the snap of the wind
       like wings in the air
sunrise like a bindi
       in the swirling city
the poems thinning
       with use and age
how trees tremble
       with each breath
why desire runs
       direct as locusts
returning to me 
       in folds of fear

Note: It was already an introspective, introverted day. Then I saw Tamir Rice's photo in a commemorative piece... our world doesn't make sense.

Monday, November 21, 2022

second guessing

I remembered what 
it was like
                                to want something
                                then make it

after the beginning                  
before the end                         
                                 before the beginning
                                 after the end

to face carrying on                   
in this space                             
                                  between sympathy
                                  and responsibility

until we have enough              
will we know...                    
                                   when and then what
                                   is enough?


Pic: Sunrise with snow puppies

Saturday, November 19, 2022

"under the trees in Autumn"

I walked out of the house into this weird estrangement of weather...  as though into someones's pointlessly strange story...

I love the hopeful green against the snow. It reminds me of disagreeing with Wallace Stevens' in "The Motive for Metaphor"
You like it under the trees in Autumn,
because everything is half dead.

Try it the opposite way, I want to tell Stevens...
we're all still so alive...

Friday, November 18, 2022


saving the world in radiant rectangles
becoming a grid of gardens
...a genealogy of beauty
stars cast no shadows--in our world--
Love. There's no telling what 
they do in theirs

Pic: Red Cedar River; in the snowstorm with L yesterday.

Wednesday, November 16, 2022


I've been dreaming:
of three mosquitoes 
bouncing on a page

Oh sad, sleepy brain!
Did you just envision
"musketeers" wrong?

Pic: Dreamy visual courtesy Ziibiwing Center trip with my capstone students. 
Note: Did my brain not want to use "MUSKeteers" because of the Twitter implosion?

Tuesday, November 15, 2022

"(i carry it in my heart)"

I used to carry you 
on my shoulders
or on my hip

these days I send
a funny tweet
a loving text

should you emoji 

I'll know that you're 
fine or okay
and alive

Pic: I wasn't the only one surprised by snow today.

Monday, November 07, 2022

in the summer of this hot November

we might be like those flowers 
who fall asleep and then
fall apart into seeds

our heartbeats almost habit 
not so much choice--
more like a chore

are you loving the summer 
of this hot November
(I know I'm not)

believe me when I tell you
I've searched for hope
and well... I have

Pic: Koi at the Radiology Gardens yesterday--a very warm day in November.

Saturday, November 05, 2022

when you are here

I wonder about the machinery of birds
how love feathers my arms like fur
thoughts alight and leave like moths
when my cry answers your cry

The anxious outline of the day fades
falling asleep like a shadow at noon
some half-remembered song echoes
then my why answers your why

Pic: Yard work with Scout and an airborne Huck.

Thursday, November 03, 2022

an all too soon song

soon your own wholeness
enters the broken day
soon enough wishes swirl out
without boundaries

soon the longing for something
you can't yet recall
all too soon the frantic journeys
of the world

you will ask if at anytime soon
we untangle life 
Yes, friend, yes! Soon, soon, soon
... just as soon as... 

Pic: Baker Woods with L. Most trees are bare. 

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

I am not questioning

why the scribbles on my tongue
the message in your hand
lie briefly warring

you know it, and now, I know it
how we pin these colors
to our chests

where they flap like alive things
startling us--for we'd forgotten
we're never alone  

even in these gold-shouldered woods
when our souls are like tiny ghosts
slowing       unstoppable

Pic: Sanford Woods, MSU (on Sunday)

Tuesday, October 25, 2022

the general forecast

maybe ten thousand feet above us 
clouds are tonguing other clouds
stories are being built

way down here, I track every one
of your expressions, use them
to read my fortune 

soon a roving satellite will learn 
when your smile dawns, I can
ask you about/for anything 

Pic: Red Cedar, MSU

Friday, October 21, 2022

there is no deadline

I started a letter when I was nine years old
then I began adding pictures of skies
wondering what to say

I've now moved to a place knit with passions
and second chances and curious panics
happy in some ways

my letter unfinished: words run down, hidden
like heartbeat or birds far from home 
I've stayed unwritten

Thursday, October 20, 2022

in the place I asked for

one day, I thought I saw 
you--back in life, though
not in mine
                     I followed you through
                     streets--you had errands
                     but no home
                                                         now I make a boat for you
                                                         clean it of sadness and
                                                         stock it with food 
                                                lay in strong thoughts
                                                and soft words and 
                                                welcome shores
                     if there is a way, maybe
                     this is it, you'll lift like
                     a tide, finding love
until it sets me free too
so I too can live--
as I already do

Wednesday, October 19, 2022

as I ought to

I rustle into place 
holding the scene together 
whispering steps and trips 
the beast of my heart
beats: and here's eye contact
across our space and species 

what is it that hardens
me embarrassingly into love 
sings-drums-rings-hums hello 

Pic and note: A moment I shared with some deer on our street.  

Sunday, October 09, 2022

fall meditation

trees stand as they did in my childhood
home: tall... bending for me
our stance an interchange

I named them as I did the sky before me
worshipping them as constancy
and also transformation 

now I look to sky and trees in imagining
knowing them from memory
loving them as prophecy

my patience both placental and personal 
a foundation sturdy with roots
from another century

Pic: While coming back from watching Ponniyin Selvan with AS. 

Saturday, October 08, 2022

blessed ordinary

every now and then something I've seen
thousands of times surprises me--
like blue skies, clouds

then it's as if I dreamed this stuff up
I'm so electrified I hardly know 
where to begin

now that it's all here in front of me 
unbelievable, extraordinary,
eternal like salvation

suspended like a noisy happiness
I'm tripping as if I can give--
of myself to the miracle


Pic: Skyscape as EM drove us home. I'm back and delighted to be alone for another day in a blissfully clean and quiet home.

the waiting game

Just waiting to go home to Scout and I'm in that space where everything feels surreal, and other people seem alien. All I've done to...