Nature walks are naturally intriguing. There are always new, surprising, gorgeous, or outlandish wonders to encounter—so many things to look at, and so many things looking at you… or seeming to.
Author Archives: wayaclan
Poems—May 2015
MAY Poems
Here are some selected poems from May. They are still drafts, not final versions, so please ask permission before sharing (except by linking to this website.) Thank you.
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TWIXT CUP AND LIP
We’re alike in this (me, you).
In calm moments,
we think things through
or just intuit what is true.
We know much better than we do.
Stop! … Stop!
When you blink your eyes, you never know what you’ll see next. I can attest. Once I was with friends, driving to see the spring jonquils at Wye Mountain. Margery was the driver and I sat beside her in the front seat. The whole group of us had stayed up late the night before, visiting, and I was so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open. In fact, I let my eyelids fall… and close… for a second… or two. When I opened them, the road had shifted—astounding!—and we were driving down the wrong side of it! Margery’s eyes had closed in tandem with mine; we had both blinked. And the world could have changed much more dramatically than it did. I’ve told you that story as a lead-in to sharing what just happened at the local boat ramp. Don’t worry, nobody got hurt..
Rain Rain Rain
Like Fair Ophelia, the daisies are drowning. Daisies! —the very symbol of freshness and life. Recent rains here transformed a patch of daisies into something more like a lily pond. The daisies are valiantly trying to survive—some managing to hold their heads above water; others standing no chance at all. In the nearby lake as the waters rise, fish are investigating newly expanded territories… splash, splash! … and herons are investigating the fish. Question…
Poems—April 2015
All Poems—
These are my poems from April. There are several reasons why I included all of them rather than making selections… Including the good, bad, and ugly may help readers better understand poem creation… None require being kept private… The variety demonstrates how poetry can serve as one’s diary, sounding board, imaginative play, spiritual practice, and therapy. (As usual, these poems are still drafts, not final versions, so please ask for permission before sharing, except by linking to this website. Thank you.)
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SERENITY NOW
One day
I’m in a furious tantrum
over something.
Next day
I can’t even remember
the cause.
Each day
I learn to forget
a little quicker.
Some day
I will simply forget
immediately.
Voilà! —instant peace.
[ASIDE: “Serenity now!!!” was the theme
of one Jerry Seinfeld episode that I found
impressive and insightful.]
Art—Mystery and Mastery
Poems—Winter 2015
Poetry Open House
APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH. In celebration, this little hidden-away blog of mine is opening its doors to friends old and new via a Poetry Book Giveaway. Missy Frye, a fellow member of Poets Northwest, alerted me to this annual event hosted by Kelli Agodon, a west coast poet, writer, and editor. Enter to win!
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BULLETIN [5/1/15] – And the winners are…
* The Essential RUMI: Ann Hart
* WORDS for Hard Times: Dhyan
Thanks for participating and congratulations on your wins!
She Walks in Beauty
So does he. I take this to be a bull, anyway, grazing at some distance from the cows in the background. This charming scene was one of many I encountered on my walk this morning. And that walk may have been the longest I’ve ever made from my home here in Lowell.