slow is
wandering,
the wandering,
the wading through
an old oak forest,
the waking up and waking
up inside the wondering of
where this overgrown
trail leads, if it might lead
forward forever and ever
and ever on your mind is
time, and how slow is
Audio: https://sodaphonic.com/audio/tPviI7DreCpfyBnDIAmz
for #writeout, inspired by The Valley by Jean Valentine
https://poetrysociety.org/poems/the-valley
Can you imagine
that single drop of rain,
that watery blur,
dancing tango
inside the gravitational
rhythm of air,
the swirling, pulling, pushing,
as it's falling – always it's falling -
catching one another
before finally letting go?
for #WriteOut and #YouAreHerePoetry,
inspired by 'Can You Imagine?' by Mary Oliver
https://www.nps.gov/places/poetryinparks1.htm
as part of Ada Limon's You Are Here project
A view of the world
begins from above, scanning
eyes search signs for fish
for #writeout
Only the roots
of the ghost tree
remain -
soft echoes
remembering
its spindly arms
reaching out
for every one of us,
though we always
steered clear
for fear
that it might awaken
to envelop us,
taking us,
shaking us,
making us
disappear
for #WriteOut
An out-of-the-way
place, a sacred space
for contemplative
quiet, a poet's grace
imbues this alcove
with verse not yet
written, the wonder
of the imagined art
scattered like confetti
on a broken bench
near Gooseberry bushes
where robins chatter
for #writeout
River,
the rhythm
and the writer,
remembers
The currents
of time;
she dances
to rhyme
for #writeout
Wanderers
like you
wonder
what I'm
thinking,
as I rest
my weary
head here
I am silent,
deep in
thought,
and you
ought to
join me,
friend
Repose
sends us
into inner
places, quiet
spaces of
song
for #writeout
Dance with us, Luna,
in the pull of the tides
but whose song will we hear,
when you re-appear?
Luna, known
as tungi, kuu,
hli, cap, yoreh,
maan, mwezi, bulan,
marama, and ay -
We name you, silver one,
to try to claim you
as you slip our fingers
and slide back into
the folds of sky
for #writeout
Bring us the light, Sol,
from your long
distant gaze
your turbulent voice
rides solar winds,
like waves
We bask in forgiveness,
close our eyes
to the sky
And wait, impatient,
at dawn, for each moment
you arise
for #writeout
What she thought
when she screamed
was a cockroach
was a stinkbug -
the scurrying species
that periodically
invades our classroom
and elicits a shout;
I wrap the bug up
in tissue, open the door,
and toss it back out
for #writeout