Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

Today

I need not travel far
to sense God’s nearness --  
the trill of His many
lyrical voices – Surely
the oriole knows same
intimacy; as does every
petal on the thrilling
rose, dripping luscious color
with scent – Clays-of-clouds
inspiring mental needing – 
the toes of an infant, twitching
destiny to explore, long before
bottoms callus, and his legs
steadying for firm excursion -- 

Today, I think, I will be a child
again – in my mind and heart
reacquaint myself with
good witches in fairy-tales,
and with angels and prayer – …. Treating phones 
and Internet like 14th century plague….

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Ink Empress April 20, 2024 at 4:34 AM Sometimes thats the best distraction to go back in time, be a child at heart, and all that youv mentioned in your last stanza stands out for me as well as how youv written “ rose, dripping luscious color with scent – Clays-of-clouds inspiring mental needing – the toes of an infant, twitching” clever as always how you weave words. You definitely have a way with words and expressing! Pleasure reading this. Joseph P. DiMino April 20, 2024 at 10:49 PM Thank you, IE; as you know, it is a lot of fun to play with word combinations, trying to make poetic images that are novel. Great satisfaction when the writer's efforts are successful. Thank you, my friend. Have a wonderful weekend!

Valsa George April 18, 2024 at 9:54 PM "the toes of an infant, twitching destiny to explore, long before bottoms callus, and his legs steadying for firm excursion" -- This has brought an image of my first and only grandchild who is passing exactly through this stage in her attempt to walk. Your description paints a true picture of the toddler's attempt to walk. The Bible says that we should be like children and promises that those who are lowly like children shall enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Great Thoughts dear Joe. Joseph P. DiMino April 19, 2024 at 6:51 AM Hi Valsa; she sounds like a darling grandchild. Loosing count, but I think I have 4 great-grand now. Where has time gone...?

Hilda Greenhough April 18, 2024 at 8:14 PM A poem of good choice, it appears. I would be glad to escape the novelties and to find more time for fun. Joseph P. DiMino April 19, 2024 at 6:56 AM I know...wanting and to be able, due to overwhelming responsibilities is often a fruitless exercise. Thank you, Hilda. Have a beautiful day!

Victor Buhagiar April 17, 2024 at 8:21 AM I cannot blame you. Once upon a time, I read as many fairy tales as I could find. Joseph P. DiMino April 17, 2024 at 7:40 PM I love Fairy-Tales. Read my book, "Land of Beginnings" if you have a chance. Thank you, Victor.