Showing posts with label letter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label letter. Show all posts

Friday, June 15, 2012

In the Key of See

See me play
Feel me glow
See walking high
Now gliding low

See me like you
See you like me
Let's eat vindaloo
Up in this tree

Showering down
Singing with glee
See naked lovers
Wallowing 'til 3

See yummy green
Drink pot of tea
Over the top
In spite of me

Walking again
Playing even more
See how I run
Down the seashore

See me say 'Hey!'
Swallow me whole
I'm the mystery
Slide down the pole

Happy for you
See how free
See how doubly
Wonderful this'll be?






our alphabet is missing its third letter


our alphabet is missing its third letter

In surf green waters of answerless days
beyond mile limits
offshore LTDs
destroy mainland radio waves
raise bus fares
amidst sleazy affairs
land & take-off in seaplanes
drop off new loads of ten keyers
& deet to kill the skeeters.

Where the pale blue wren
self-sure ways
wet toed stands
in sea palm sways?

Not here, not now
when our alphabet is missing its third letter
postmarked yesterday.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

“Konnektion is not a street fight” ~ quote by Brene Brown




As the front lies in a Kontinuum it's hard to see the sweat

display of

Salivating moral ambiguities
Akkurate to 500 million.

Future rightness for the benefit of ALL.
Digital money gum.....Warm gut spills.

Krumbs: are for one's very own Kradle.

Kourage: is vulnerability up klose.

Kollision with a full size glass House of God:  is Light sustaining Light.

Eichmann believed in the same sentimental notions
that the rest of us do
the Real in M A N .
Goats kreating silk stronger than steel.
Knight and maiden and their inkorruptable love.


Earth Alive


Question: How do you feel part of the earth, the earth as alive? What rejuvenates you in this? 

Answer: When I think about how the Earth is alive, and how dream and revery take me out of my smallbuzzing brain into the larger aliveness, I think about a dream I had a long while ago that stays with me, about flying. In a way, the dream feels like earth aliveness in that it's like I'm in a bird body. I see starkly down into the land that's going by. I feel the air buoying my body and also whizzing past my beak. It's exhilarating. I am keenly aware of the trees, I see/sense their large green beings far out from their trunks and limbs. Also, my sense of "I"-ness is different than in my waking human body. It's almost as if when I put my attention to something, I go down into it, into its depth and also see/sense from its point of view. Every part of the aliveness has a different signature/feel/way of see/sensing. --I also get this feeling sometimes while gardening, tuning into a plant, I feel it's ?aura? ?energy body? ?present momentness?, also from its being, its aliveness/wholeness.-- In the fragment of the dream of flying, I go down to sit/sense/rest am in a large tree, inside of its greenness, both in body and in that feltsense extending beyond the tree body form. That's it, like many dreams, it's not a story, it's just a moment that stays, that felt sense, that different way of being. When I think of your question about how it feels to relate with the larger Earth, that's what arrives, these bird-being tree-present senses and feelings. In good, whole moments of waking, I also feel inklings of this. And when I arrive/arise/realize that's where I am, I feel renewed, deepened, fresh, alive. Something else, almost submerged, underneath, but that is tingling and alive, emerges. My senses widen. I know I am whole while also being dissolved/merged/thrummed/extended into everything else, and that too feels whole. 

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Healer's orders: ride the ferry



Healer’s orders:
ride the ferry.


Breeze, fill me
with your ease
of flux. Mountain

and green paradise
ground: lie easy
in my sight.

Day, bay, infuse
my every sigh.
I have nowhere

I must go
The only needs
will find me

as they may.
The white wake
takes me there.

Monday, June 11, 2012

The Letter "C"

Write a poem without using the letter C. 

It can be short, it can be abtuse, it cannot ever have a caboose (or a chandelier). No candles or crutches, no chimpanzee. What will we do without the letter C? 

 

Poets, please add three labels:  "poem" "letter" "[poet's moniker]"


Image thanks to Matt Lyon (2009)