On Endings and Beginnings

Lorette C. Luzajic artnectar.com

Lorette C. Luzajic     artnectar.com

Yesterday is the Was
Today is the Here & Now
Tomorrow is the What is to Be
Or so at least I was taught
in my linear education

But were they wrong
the teachers who told me
the closest distance `tween two
points is the straight`line
Up is up Down down

Life is not geometry
Like the eagle we move
thu time in giant loops & circles
We board a plane for NY
Find ourselves in LA

All because of a man
we met in a bar with an idea
that suddenly clicked in our mind
and with the click one chapter
ended Another began

Against wind & current
we sail the course we’ve charted
only to find we have miscalculated
Providence may have other plans
We can’t control destiny

“What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning . . . 
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action

Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea’s throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.” ~ T.S. Eliot

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On Little Things

Anne Davies  pinterest.com

Anne Davies        pinterest.com

The toaster
has a mind of its own
As far as I can tell it’s possessed!
One set of muffins it will incinerate
the next it’ll spit out ghost`white
browning the pot`holder
beside it

The shaker
for the pepper lacks threads
When I shake it over my omelet
nothing comes out If I shake it again
pepper pours down like acid rain
Having eggs with your pepper
is barbaric

The faucet
on the outside of the house
perpetually drips No matter how
often I repack the packing in a week
it is bound to begin to drip again
Doesn’t bother me Drives my
wife nuts

learn to let little things go
or else we all go mad with them
We are big picture sort of characters
ya` know Tree`falls`on`roof guys

“It’s the little things that count, and if somebody will just tell me
where I can catch a three-tined fork, about so big and so long,
things may improve about the old homestead. We’ve lost ours.” ~ John Gould

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On Creativity

Christine MacDonald  pinterest.com

Christine MacDonald

What is true learning
but the firing of kindling
A match set to the arid brush
of what we call education
Facts without fiction

The theory of flight
taught in flight`school is
a far cry from the art of flying
A man A machine soaring
soaring into sunset

Exhilarated Afraid
a pilot turns into phoenix
freed from the laws of gravity
be it for but the moments
his fuel & fees allow

Creativity is found
not in keeping to the rules
against which we’re all tested
Beyond the rule is freedom
either to fly or to fall

“It is above all by the imagination that we achieve
perception and compassion and hope.” ~ Ursula Le Guin

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On Writing

Franz Wazz franswazz.tumblr.com

Franz Wazz      franswazz.tumblr.com

I want to write words which sparkle
Sea`washed stones in afternoon sunshine
Which lie lazily on beds of green kelp

I want to write words which carve
Blue glacial`ice pushing the hard moraine
Ice which cracks thunder when it falls

I want to write words which weep
Red`hot tears into the stone coldest hearts
Hearts so unloved they can merely fear

I want to write words which believe
Trust truth in the face of what they’re told
Which light a bright candle in the dark

I want to write words which defy
Spring`words which bloom in the autumn
Purple figs growing on the cursed tree

I want to write words which bend
Some lost seeker’s stony path toward home
Where a father stands waiting at the gate

“M.S. Merwin once asked John Berryman how to know if his poems were any good.
Berryman replied: ‘You can’t. You can never be sure. You die without knowing.'”
~ The Writer’s Almanac, September 30, 2016

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Gone Fishing!

Kaskitew Maskwa  Direct2Artist

o Kaskitew Maskwa

Gone Fishing
Will be back in a week!

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On Waiting

Ryoko Tajiri  Art Monkey: July 2010

Ryoko Tajiri
Art Monkey: July 2010

It seems
as tho I was born
waiting for something
My little mouth searching
for the suckling breast
Thirsting for love

A child
in the classroom
reading the last page
to know the story’s ending
Already anticipating
a new assignment

A man
in love with love
awaiting reciprocation
finding love so unrequiting
A list of tasks of duties
far from dreams’

Now old
on this park bench
watching the leaves fall
Still awaiting a transfiguring
some bush catching fire
a divine word spoke

“And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing
which would infinitely enrich your life:
the powerful, uniquely uncommon,
the awakening or dormant stones,
depths that would reveal you to yourself.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

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And Fir Trees Dance

Brooks Salzwedel artistsinspireartists.com

Brooks Salzwedel artistsinspireartists.com

a big wind blows
It’s an October wind
Fruit of a deep depression
off`shore to the west
They say we’ll lose
our lights

Small loss
when it comes`
down to losing things
Give me a few candles and
a sturdy window from
which to watch
trees dance

Two firs
he tall she full
waltz like sweet lovers
She bending to his shoulder
He wrapping his arms
so passionately
`round her

I’ve seen
them dance thru
every season Snow`laden
Spring`soaked Summer`dried
and now Autumn`blown
Forever faithful
ever true

“Each thing moves its own way / in the wind. Bamboo flickers,
the plum tree waves, and the loquat / is shaken.” ~ Robert Hass

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On Connections

Mamta Singh  imgrum.net

Mamta Singh

Though unseen
the tree remembers its roots
Every limb branch twig leaf of it
exists in connection to them
Though unseen

When a leaf falls
will the tree not also grieve
Send a shiver thru twig limb root
while sap continues to flow
When a leaf falls

We are leaves
each of us on a family tree
older than we can ever remember
our roots deeper than time
Leaves we are

Where we fall
new shoots will surely grow
comes the thawing wind of spring
With every shoot a new leaf
Where we fall

“It seems only half a life to live without connection to the past.” ~ Donald Hall

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For Wallace Stevens

JOAN MIRÓ artofdarkness.co/birds-in-art

JOAN MIRÓ    artofdarkness.co/birds-in-art

When he died
they laid him on a plank
dressed in his business suit
placed a poem in his folded arms
written out in his own hand
gave plank & poet a push
for all eternity

“After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is the essence
which takes its place as life’s redemption.” ~ Wallace Stevens

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On Tyranny

Melanie Cummings railwaycityartscrawl.com

Melanie Cummings railwaycityartscrawl.com

takes thought
since being free
assumes responsibility
not merely for my own self
but for my community
not just my family
but my nation
my world

is thoughtless
since being bound
requires merely an assent
– a vassal’s acknowledgment
to his liege to do his will –
regardless himself
his own family
his world

It’s irony
if democracy
chooses tyranny
out of thoughtlessness
opting life in the gilded cage
over the soaring heights
where eagles dare
plying birthright
for pottage

“If we have become a people incapable
of thought, then the brute-thought
of mere power and mere greed
will think for us.” ~ Wendell Berry

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On Returning


Douglas Chun mauimagazine.net

Douglas Chun  mauimagazine.net

Returning from perpetual summer
a place where sky & water seamless meld
where white`caps mimic whiffs of clouds
and grown men play like little boys
splashing unselfconsciously in surf
waiting on their longboards for big waves
as gray`beards lie back watching bemused
all lathered up with their sunscreen
with endless mai`tais in their hands
knowing that paradise cannot last forever
and autumn awaits at the end of a rainbow
There is some comfort to be found
returning from perpetual summer

“I think your face is beautiful, the way it is
close to my face, and I think you are the real
October with your transparence and the stone
of your words as they pass, as I do not hear them” ~ Bill Berkson

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Gone Surfin’

The Art of Jaz Kelber mauitime.com

The Art of Jaz Kelber    mauitime.com

Off to Maui!
Be back in a week!

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