November 9, 2020
This is my Poetry Corner.
This is where each morning
I light the candles
and watch the incense smoke
gently rise, and circle, to the ceiling of my room.
somewhere in the middle
of these dark days,
somewhere in the middle of this Crossing,
where lives upended stumble
blindly through their days…Read Full Poem >
Look beyond yourself.
Look to the farthest horizon where
lake meets sky.
one easy paddle towards that horizon
This fog filled morning
the bright lights of our family room
illuminate the whale.
Leaping with joy, he flies…Read Full Poem >
Oh, Great Blue,
with your great grey span of wings gliding
graceful over silent grey sea:
What are you speaking to me, this morning?…Read Full Poem >
beneath the Silence
where the Voice
of your Soul
— the Creative Imagination — can find you
and guide you…
the soft tree tops of your body
to welcome the sun in the morning,
to dispel the worries,
to greet you with their glorious
embrace of this new day.
New, as if the sun arising from the horizon…Read Full Poem >
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