Private Meditation: The wind – A Poem

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

Who can describe the fabric of the wind.

Or the force that drew the pattern of his existence.

His thoughts are a garment we have not sewn.

And his ways – a different fashion from our own.

Waiting for sleep – A Poem

Image by DWilliams from Pixabay

Into high altitude, night climbs.

A successful day over the horizon glides.

Crisp linen pokes the wings of sleep.

Comfortable in uncomfortableness counting sheep,

Waiting for sleep to reroute

Its chartered flight,

To expectant

Eyelids.

“Made of starstuff”

Image by blogmood__ from Pixabay

“The nitrogen in our DNA,

the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood,

the carbon in our apple pies

were made in the interiors of collapsing stars.

We are made of starstuff.”


― Carl Sagan, Cosmos

The cart – A Poem

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Looking out at two figures in the Dawn.

Their cart warbling in the waning morning Myst.

Rusted coat-hanger held in unprotected hands

Dig through the discarded.

Sudden excitement in their posture –

They found a treasure.

Together, they tuck the precious cargo

Into their cart bound valuables and go.

What desperate measures, so dire,

To have no choice but to bargain

For survival, in society’s invisible margin.

Rain – A Poem

Image by Khusen Rustamov from Pixabay

Infinitely more expensive than coins of gold.

The currency of the heavens unfold –

The rain in its seasons.

Heaven made coins cascading earthward:

Depositing wealth to the land, and

Spending heaven’s immortal fortune –

To deliver living water,

To every soul.

Adapt – A Poem

Rose growing through a bench – Credit: Daniel Lin on flickr.com

We are alive thriving today,

Because our ancestors knew how to adapt;

Adapting is part of their legacy of knowledge.

Not knowledge learned from books, however excellent.

But that knowledge that is always with us –

Coursing through our veins.

Private Reflection – Water

Image by Michael Bußmann from Pixabay

“Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined…

Not necessary to life, but rather life itself,

thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.

By thy might, there return into us treasures that we had abandoned.”

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Cantilever emotions – A stream of Unconscious Poem

Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay

Cantilever emotions vaulting passion prompted sentiments of scented daydreams at the county fair cotton candy flavored carnival fixin’s deep fried crispy made to order – ready made childlike fun in a made to order grown up world.

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A sort of a different style of poetry than you have seen on this blog. Here, I try to “paint” memories, sights, sounds and places on a less punctuated “canvas.” Hope you enjoy. Peace.

“…discovered fire”

Image by kordula vahle from Pixabay

“Someday, after mastering

the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity,

we shall harness for God the energies of love,

and then,

for a second time in the history of the world,

man will have discovered

fire.”

Pierre Teilhard De Chardin

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