Poetry – Page 5

Again

You are no different than asters that fall dead
in sleep, reemerge each year strong and new. [Read More]

There’s a way in which water flows.
It knows where to go without directions,
understands how to travel with ease. [Read More]

My wren haiku is a variation on Kerouac-Berrigan’s collaborative effort.

Like a feather
the bulletproof vest
fell off
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The storm
is brewing,
I can feel it.
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I knew him.
He had an old dog
named Susie.
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Sometimes there are days
when you think you know
exactly what to expect [Read More]

Societal storms smashing stalwart steeples
Built upon the toils of backbone and fortitude
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Day after day
I sit and stare.
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Perhaps it’s silly to mention
from my far-flung harbor region ….
The tri-color ink-drawn delight
of four geese running to take flight….

Darrell Clukey September 22, 2024 at 3:21 pm on Elixirs of the GodsSteve, as usual you have given us delight with your tales. In these episodes, not only delight but also a
Vera Haddan August 29, 2024 at 3:10 pm on Elixirs of the GodsMy favorite passage in this piece is Steven's grandfather giving him brandy. "Never, ever tell your mother." When I was
Watt Childress April 21, 2024 at 7:15 am on Here Try Some of This OintmentMay these threaded boxes of comments and links add to a fiery flood of contextual meaning, all springing from friendly
Watt Childress April 21, 2024 at 6:59 am on Here Try Some of This OintmentFollowing that music video from Appalachian icon Jean Ritchie (who some have called the "Mother of Folk") I was blessed
Watt Childress April 21, 2024 at 5:34 am on Here Try Some of This OintmentThank you Brother Bob -- for all your heart-felt help in tending the garden of friendship with good thoughtful words.