I poet you know it I know it we go it, but never alone; words come home when we show it you know it we poet
inspired by the last line of Sisters by Lucille Clifton https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/14EJcFqrnt5uX5tL8nfXOekl-o5kEaql-tdIVlEnZymc/edit#slide=id.gb5a6bfbc66_0_21
Allaborate (Definition: to work with slow progress on something over time)
Perhaps you’ve heard of Annie Lamott who got a lot of us to write and think: bird by bird by bird
instead of worrying the whole thing, lost, we aspire with faith each day ahead: word by word by word
Inspired by an exploration of the word in The Cabinet of Calm (Soothing Words for a Troubled World) by Paul Anthony Jones
Some days feel frayed
small threads broken away
the knotted mind, changed
fingers, in; weave it, again
#smallpoems for Wendy and Terry
Shaded play before slumber, the sunshine filters shortened day summer
#SundayHaiku response on Monday #smallpoems #clmooc
for Algot
So thirsty, the soil sits, with its tongue hanging out; waiting for the rains
#SundayHaiku response #smallpoems #clmooc for Algot
something planted long ago something long gone to seed something you wanted something you no longer need something you forgot something you no longer believe something someone gifted something under something lifted something you woke up hearing something sung as you slept something you witnessed, bearing something you thought you’d kept something – nothing – anything; just another poem among weeds in the dirt: turned, tilled, loved, hurt
#smallpoems response to Terry
Quiet now: let winds bring the scent of flowering trees to where you are
#smallpoems #SundayHaiku response #clmooc
There’s almost no way not to lean in, not to be drawn in toward the flower buds, changing, on this tree all tilted, slanted, crooked in the soil, the Earth’s root-hold ever so precarious but forever beautiful
Listening to Blake Mills
I’m leaning in as near as I can to follow your voice, the sounds of the room where you record: fingers on the frets, a shuffle in your seat, someone wanders beyond the door, the more my eyes close to be there, the more I am
Stillness settles in, a slow unwinding; Maybe we’re finding stillness, settling in