spring songs
eerie storm warnings
mistrals turn new leaves silver ~
baby eaglets hatch
banshee ballads rise
ice frosted meadows shiver ~
pineapple express
rain hums sad lyrics
in mantras of humid breaths ~
sleepy snowdrops wake
plaintive wind oboes
pensive gusts of sad flute songs ~
raindrops pound downbeats
spring songs come in waves
misty descants of plainchant ~
parched earth drinks deeply
3-16-23
Categories:
plainchant, song, spring, storm,
Form: Haiku
Without Agreement
Living in the vacuum of separation
An ashtray of burnt ember vibrations
In wounded agony torn apart
Sudden separation confusion imparts
Heartbeat separated from harmony’s essence
Absent whisper of the spirit’s presence
Heart in sweaty palpitations of dementia
Body swoons deprived in apt dyslexia
Two starving shadows whimper with fatigue
Pull in opposition as slumber flees
Banished into the abyss absent of life’s thrust
Cries for unity in harmony’s trust
Vertigo reigns in space split open wide
Simple grace caught between two riptides
Heartbeats and spirit wind lie in lethargy
Repulse vitality’s consummation in eulogy
The seed of unity clutched in arid darkness
Orphaned with withering roots of starkness
Nomads wander hearing the echo ancient
Blindly call muffled minds in siren’s plainchant
Climb from the chasm of separation
Find the way back to reconciliation.
9-19-22
Contest: San Mind Body
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
plainchant, angst,
Form: Rhyme
In flower beds in three or four cities,
Hugging along white painted walls,
Lie stands of Shasta daisies,
Blooming summer and even fall.
Almost the size of saucers,
They bob and say a cheery “Hello.”
To grumps or chortling child alike,
And even some happy fellows.
Fresh, they are my favorite,
My mother’s perennial transplants,
I adore, yes adore, those Shasta daisies,
More heavenly than a monk’s plainchant.
Others may cherish red roses,
Still others may cry over the face of a pansy,
But I, I will always love my daisies,
In my heart they will live as the fanciest.
Categories:
plainchant, appreciation, flower,
Form: Rhyme
I feel the warmth of early morning sun.
The blackbird, singing in the cherry tree
Entrances all with matins just begun –
Ethereal plainchant, plangent melody.
The snow-white blossom hides a darkling bird
From eyes that would discern this source of joy.
Though nothing’s seen, his heartfelt song is heard,
His mate to charm; his rivals to annoy.
Charmer of worms, I see your yellow beak
Now opening to disgorge divine enchantment
To humans, who the charms of Nature seek,
In troubled times, for solace and contentment.
Your pastoral serenade surrounds me all day long;
The sun is sinking fast, and so, to evensong.
Categories:
plainchant, bird, nature,
Form: Sonnet