Category Archives: Poetry
Walking a path on a hot afternoon, shedding a heavy mantle of work’s entangling thoughts, my attention’s drawn to a shadow on the path — it’s a dark purple swallow resting with his belly buried in the sun-baked sand at … Continue reading
Each a flower in a world of flame, an elegant paper crane in a hurricane — Launched of a smiling Face in elder days loved alive by Life beyond the worlds’ maze. Treat each and self as delicate as Rose … Continue reading
the rivers are by these storms made mud red — gashes at the feet of mountains raging westward — the life of the land bled into the sea.
I awoke in the Nectar Hours before dawn. Outside the bright face of the moon gazed down — just below it Jupiter dangled like a diamond earing
toyon berries lambent flames in winter dun — tears of Diogenes
I realize this isn’t the best reading anyone’s ever heard. I did it awhile ago, I was a little ill, and there was no one around listening. When there is someone to listen, it helps greatly to keep things rolling … Continue reading
long blond grasses in canyon fog strung with crystal pearls
smoke from the stovepipe — whisked hungrily away by a greedy wind
a poet is one who welcomes even demons in truth’s name alone
Though it’s a modest bit of work, I’m happy to have had a haiku published this week on the Haiku Foundation web site. This month they’ve been doing a playful series on work place haiku, with weekly topics. The subject … Continue reading
Let dreams be dreams but through their windows see Vistas over wondrous landscapes of soul Where you in all your native glory are free — Then let the image be a growing seed invincible.
There is a blog on Goodreads built as a forum for authors to introduce their work. It appears to be frequented by writers who publish their own work, a choice I also made with Gathered Rain. Here’s the link to … Continue reading
ANNOUNCEMENT: Gathered Rain, on Kindle, now available for $0.99! Read more about Gathered Rain on Goodreads, including reader comments. I know that everyone reading this has had the experience of the relaxation and good feelings that thrive in the glow … Continue reading
Crescent moon, bat, and tattered cloud — rites of Samhain.
A sepulchral cloud ceiling closes over the shadowy tomb of earth.
Clouds, marching specters against the fortress moon.
Promises of this crescent knife moon — luminous samhain intoxication.
I feel that many who visit Flowerwatch and find something they enjoy here will likely also appreciate the following book, as described in a review* I posted awhile back on Goodreads. *See other reviews and books here.
“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” ― Jalaluddin Rumi