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I often am reminded
we are far more alike than different,
we all enter and exit through co-arising windows
of wombed opportunity
and wounded risk.
Yet, I wonder,
as I converse with bicamerally horizontal trees
and bipartisan
heart-trunk
refueling bushes
Each breathing in productive fuel
and breathing out consumer satisfaction,
or not so much
each regenerating and decomposing season
How far more winter dormant alike
our summer summoned season reasons
than neuro-diversely different
are RNA's DNA younger crowning branches
of sacred Earth's polypathic
root systemic treasons
LoveLife framed
resiliently entering and exiting
through co-arising windows
of wombed win/win
cooperative opportunity
springtime roots
and wounded win/lose
competitively risky
autumnal leaving crowns.
A forest leaf, sways far from any man,
amid soft rustling, pleasant to the ear,
like footfalls as the woodland creatures ran,
and birdsong for a passing greenwood deer.
Indeed, the leaf life on a country tree,
with clean, clear waters and unsullied air,
and green and blue as far as he can see,
surpasses Cuz who spies me in my chair.
Yet, Cuz is smiling from his vantage point,
through the window as I write this odd stuff,
(no one would ever me, "Leaf Pro", anoint)
as he awaits my girlfriend, in the buff.
The woods have reigned through countless ages past,
but catch mankind today, for it won't last.
Peering through plate glass at a puzzling view,
In the midst of my coffee’s morning ritual brew.
Staring with amazement—I’m wonderfully struck,
By Cherry Tree blossoms, overnight run amuck!
By nature’s own standard, cruel joke she now plays,
Million blossoms wide open, this February day.
Our sad juvenile sapling, knows not what it feels,
Sprouting vivid Pink colors, in a show it now steals.
From those all around laying dormant in state,
Waiting to blossom, their own petals awake.
And by then poor young cherry will have muted her splash,
Replaced by green leaves, summer storms will soon thrash.
But alas all this splendor making warm visual sense,
In the time it took java, to heat and dispense.
Tomorrow once more, I’ll observe through plate glass,
Wonders that await, beyond Winter’s Rye Grass.
© Michael Wegman, 2018
Adopted animals love their humans;
show it in many ways.
The tiniest pet,
revels in the harmony of its time,
with family.
Dinky was a special hamster;
she lived a year beyond the normal life span.
I carried her around in my pocket and she loved the ride.
Her head, peeking out, evoked curious comments
from all who glimpsed her.
She searched for me, when I was at school;
her knack for escaping the cage,
kept me searching for her in the afternoons.
I often found her, in my chest of drawers.
Of course, I found it odd,
but hamsters are four-legged, Houdini’s…
Dinky was the best.
One cold winter night, as I lay in slumber,
That tiny traveler made her way from,
one end of the house, to my bedroom.
I lay there, on that frosty eve,
dreaming that I was outside in the rain;
the chilling raindrops, dancing upon my arm.
In a moment of lucidity,
Reality hit; those raindrops were tiny paws!
I reached, grasped and in the shimmering moonlit rays,
I stared into the eyes of my new bed buddy.
A twitchy nose said it all…
”I found you!”
I moved her cage close by my bedside;
future escapes faded into history.
as a child,
I perceived
the wonderment
of Clouds.
and elders
likewise contemplated
the curious celebrity of them
the solemnity of shape-shifting skyships
their charity of rain:
encouraging fruit
greening hills
irrigating joys
keeping
watch
around the earth
in as enviable
a perch
as the risen sun
or mystic moon
that guides tides.
sun runs
apace
moon whisks
its baton away
but Clouds
stay high,
perpetual
imprints
covering Space and Time.
Could
Clouds
be God's eyes?
***
when I was
-abecedarian-
counting from one to three,
I licked my lips
at Clouds
reckoning
I'd catch them
like docile butterflies,
and discern the flavors of miracle floss:
must be rose-white sugar
some barley flour
lamb's fleece and goose feathers
the elders, lofty and wise,
disparaged my foolish games.
I tugged
on the edge of their mountainous faces:
wispy chins
transient strands
billowy beards
closest clouds
I'd seen
Proximal nimbi
and their dust trail
of ginger, onion, and clove
pulled pork, frizzled cod, light ashtray
lingered...
I caught
those crazy hairs
so hard
candy-coated
raindrops
fell!
I was listening to a scientific historian
interviewed on National Public Radio.
I probably didn't hear her correctly,
But I thought she said
Human bicameral nature
is Nature-Generalist Win/Lose deductive
reductive LeftBrain evolutionary health
And HumanNature is EcoHabitat Specialist WinWin,
inductive integral RightBrain
revolutionary co-acclimating wealth
balancing personal productions
with ecopolitically cooperative consumptions.
This is in direct contrast with all other species,
Deductive nutritional predators
are Generalists
more WinWin co-evolutionists
while resting on full cooperative stomachs
And Special Survivalists
during Special Cases
WinLose revolutionists
only when WinWin transparent extractive
CommonGround agreements
are temporarily not accessible.
I'm not totally clear yet
what this implies
if you are, like me,
choking on WinLose rhetoric
when WinWin healthy choices
remain Generalist SpiritNature
inductive/deductive co-arisingly unexplored.
Somewhere between WinLose evolutionary theories
and WinWin revolutionary transparency
between secular predators
and sacred nurture prayers
I might General Nature/Nurture
transparently suppose.
On the farm as a boy , fifty metres from the house
we had an antiquated dunny
Hard to make the distance when
bowel movements were rather runny
Construction of this dunny consisted,
of a big hole in the ground
It would sometimes fill with water
if there was lots of rain around
Another individuality, the building was quite broad
a big and little hole was a feature of the seat
So a parent and a child could sit beside each other
to carry out, a necessary, ablution feat
,
My brother and I, we both abhorred washing dishes , particularly at night
and even though we were both scared of the dark
It was preferable to invent an urge go down that long hill,
to that distant outdoor dunny, just sit!! Oh what a lark
One day, in desperation, I ran down the hill
to do what I urgently needed to do
And there outside that dunny, was a red bellied black snake
startled, slithered off, under the building to slip into the poo
Now at night when it became wash up time
my brother and I would compete, to fulfill ,
that once abhorred chore, it, no longer made us glum
Now too scared to escape fifty metres down the hill,
fearing the imprisoned snake might bite us on the bum
For many weeks we may be busting
to visit that toilet at night
But still we only went there, when it was full daylight
I am more of a generalist
than a specialist
on nature
and on nurture,
on secular
and on sacred,
on ecological healthy relationships
and on theological interdependence.
Still,
like most reflective beings,
nourishing my interconnected rightbrain
while understudying leftbrain dominance
as a species
finding our spiritual natures
mysteriously segregated
from more natural nurturings.
Martha Rogers,
nurse educator extraordinaire,
describes me,
and you,
as whole,
yet still open,
and, like all living natural systems,
temporally unidirectional,
cumulative.
Although, perhaps an important difference
between rightbrain spiritual
and leftbrain natural lives
of reflective bicameral awareness
is our capacity for imagining
temporal bidirectionality
reverse of causality--
Enspirited time imagined running
forward and flowing back again
from today's starting point
or last night's
or tomorrow's
Especially when leftbrain comes into active verbal dialogue
planning healthier networks,
designing wealthier
natural/spiritual nurturing
yang/yin
left/right
ego/eco-systems
of non-violently secular
and ecofeminist natural,
AND compassionately sacred and spiritual
Whole
yet still Open
emergently polypathic/polyphonic
living generalist paradigms
for active/reflective
hope to restore justice healing dialogue
Applicable to both natural climate health
and spiritual multiculturing wealth.
Trees wear a gown of bright emerald green
Where birds are nesting in branches up high
Parents shield fledglings so they can’t be seen
Until they can spread their new wings and fly
Daffodils dance in the warm zephyr breeze
Bees buzz seeking out these pretty flowers
Yellow pollen doesn't make the bees sneeze!
They will pollinate blooms for many hours
Young lambs gamboling around in the fields
Birds fly high in the sky of azure blue
I love the spring season where nature yields
Our earth’s a stunning place for me and you
Spring brings rejuvenation to our land
The vibrant countryside looks very grand
14 lines 10 syllables per line
Checked with how many syllables*
Doesn't counted as 2 syllables
Had previously been awarded 1st place in another contest and also POTD subsequently given
n/a in Best sonnet contest
Sponsored by Laura loo
judged on 3/3/2018 9:36:00 AM
Entered into POTD Contest Sponsored By Richard Lamoureux
Poets Notes. I struggle to write sonnets I find the form extremely challenging so was delighted to get POTD in 2016 for this particular poem
08~19~16
The sky is a cloudless crystal blue
with a breeze to chap your lips
I’m grateful for it, it’s heaven-sent
the dawn was a celestially stamped, angry red
sailors take warning
It’s going to get feisty cold,
I’m told
about the time we go back to school.
A polar-bear vortex with all its features
will spread its icy paws
What jumps out at me first
is how it could be worse.
if unapologetic nature
pounced sans disclaimers
with a cold worth semi-Shakespearean verse
What follows, star-crossed
is a week storm-tossed
a winter holocaust
with heaven-kissed frost
that only madness would call a judgement
We’re steered from harm
by precision alarms
stay warm
sweet friends
wrap up, stay in
.
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Songs for this:
Come In from the Cold by Marc Broussard
World's A Changing by The Bingtones