Showing posts with label RWP. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RWP. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Scattering















SCATTERING

I wonder

If you noticed

As you left

The way the light

Behind you

Gathered on the plains

And how the blues

Distilled from noonday skies

Became a darkened canvas

Of the day and how the dot of sun

Would pull our eyes

Away from that one spot

Where you had been

To somewhere in a distance

Past the clouds

To places you might wander

Through again.

I wonder if you took

The time at all

To have a look behind

To fix the spot

Where time and space

All scattered have become

A picture of the place

Where you are not.

Your leaving is a telling

Beyond words, an empty seat,

A setting, distant sun,

A barren tree,

A scattering of birds,

The painting of a sorrow

Just begun.


Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Serendipity


SERENDIPITY


millions trailing comets

seeking soil

to plant their flags


you found me


Serendipity


twenty-three

and twenty-three

a diploid number


Serendipity


addition and division

replicate the entity

a new reality


you found me


Serendipity




Serendipity:
accidentally stumbling upon something fortunate, especially while looking for something entirely unrelated

Thursday, February 25, 2010

The Blissful Seat












THE BLISSFUL SEAT

daylight

holds its breath


darkness

keep its secrets

still as death


creation blinks


the chuff of angel’s wing

plucks strings of song

from streaming ink


on chords of wind

glory dances in


the dying turn their faces

from the wall


they hear the call

of harp and timbrel

flute and pen

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Into Egypt




















From birth

We are displaced,

On rocky paths,

Seeking asylum

In melancholy landscapes,

Giving up on innocence

And on our thrones;

Our arms are full of myrrh

As we move forward

Into Egypt.


This poem was inspired by the ReadWritePoem picture/prompt. I don't know why it made me think of the flight into Egypt; perhaps it was the season or the homily I heard on Sunday, but here you have it.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

December Moon















The December moon consecrates the night,


A host that shines upon the sleeping earth,


And we, abiding in its precious light,


Are graced by the divinity of birth,


A communion of wind and stars and trees


And meteors that lead across the sky


And waves that rush and curl the foaming seas,


To bless us with earth's sacramental signs.