Revisiting Slumber
Not wanted
Hinder from the sun
Revisiting slumber
Detached from everyone
One of those doomy moods
No spice toward encouragement
Loneliness is friendly
Rain is humming
Just going through changes
Into the unknown
A drought from society
Never show up when invited
Mind falling into emptiness
Covered up in cashmere
Block out windows heavily
One of those days
Yesterday is delayed
Another evening fades
Amber drink to the grave
Categories:
revisiting, dark,
Form: Rhyme
black cherry dusk skies
and moon rose, it was silver
butterfly quivers
the gemmed stars were out
and Mom tending blooms, singing
clematis clinging
jade dragonfly lake
comes again in memory
with anemones
Dad had just come home
one yesterday of my life
when roses were rife
Categories:
revisiting, beauty, family, flower, memory,
Form: Haiku
W
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R
D
S
Basho
Into the old pond
settling in. A cave
Categories:
revisiting, tribute,
Form: Concrete
(John Day Fossil Beds, 2018)
Revisiting The Same Ground
Over and over again
I find myself returning
to the same thoughts, ideas, histories
but now with years more experience between
and years more depth
behind what were once words
so glibly recited.
Is this how we all learn,
parrots one and all, reciting
lessons, sounds, songs and jingles
until they somehow
take on meaning
filled with the substance of Life
which at every turn
fill again a little more?
Tide-like the mind moves
in cycles of night and day, wake and sleep
building layers which erode
but never really go away
layers which in time harden to stone
sedimentary then metamorphic
each supplanted by the next
in endless waves across endless generations.
And so we go
treading the same old ground
‘round and ‘round
haunted by glimpses of déjà vu
humbled by realization
we have been here before
without a clue
how blind we really are.
(10/19/23)
Categories:
revisiting, growth, introspection, perspective, psychological,
Form: Narrative
.
Saw. A
A clip. Little
I just can’t. Girl is
Get over it Crying
The child has a plea
“They give eggs;
So that they can live;
So that we do not kill them..”
All the while the grown ups
Have been arguing-
Chicken or
Egg
?"
Categories:
revisiting, allegory, angst, animal, bird,
Form: Concrete
Unearthing blind roots, cyclic thoughts
spin round again
as if they had just come to me,
and had not been arriving forever.
Abandoned living-spaces excavated
from under the forgotten foundations
of elsewhere.
Places we leave our sweat in,
litter that never goes away,
stuff in pockets that once belonged
to a best jacket.
A best life thus far – but when?
Categories:
revisiting, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Lovely sight I behold,
fall delight sheathed in gold.
Childhood swing, chosen tree.
Deep-wood path beckons me.
Rough wood fence . . . all of these,
stuff of sweet memories.
Picture 2
August 17, 2021
entered in the In Essence 2 Poetry Contest Placed 1st
Sponsor: Joseph May
August 28, 2021
Contest Title: Bite Size Poem No. 19 Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
August 30, 2021
entered in "Your Favorite August 2021 Poem" Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
revisiting, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Verse
I’m glad to see you again.
By my own terms of course.
Don’t think that I’m allowing you to invade.
But instead, I am simply inviting you to leave my subconscious.
And be seen.
I have accepted your presence.
And I have accepted that what was done to me is not my own sin.
Thank you for visiting.
Now release!
Categories:
revisiting, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
Revisiting My Mother Goddess
The lake
That looks like a piano
On it sat
Thousand cranes and two
Seemed like a moonlight sonata by the moonlight.
But why is my mind yearning forever
For the unmindful musings?
I had been there once, nearly
Forty years ago.
They send me return tickets from Jhargram,
For the festive October,
Celebrating the home coming of our mother goddess
But they never take me to that childhood playmates.
Categories:
revisiting, cheer up,
Form: Verse
We were visited by a baby
yesterday.
It felt good to bow
into her glittery brown eye level,
To speak of whatever came to mind
which was mostly about her truth
and blossoming beauty
Knowing she would not judge
and would listen
patiently
as long as I might care
to continue our song
of aging story.
Her response,
to continue sleeping
or to smile
while feeling
feeding eye to eye
mutual warmth
This is what I remember
wanting most
to speak about,
To re-membrane
on this Memorial Day
Visited not yet by a victim
of war
but by a wise innocent
for peace.
Categories:
revisiting, baby, health, innocence, memorial
Form: Political Verse
Luneta, I used to almost venerate you once
but glassy skyscrapers have put you away…
still, I kept the fragrant lawns deep in my bones,
with Muppet tricks and hazy star-gazing.
Although recollections pump on my mind,
you’ve transformed, you’ve changed...
I buried you away till on mellow, rainy days
memories pass …just like kites in the evening
or those riotous, girlish escapades
igniting shadow-plays to all come out…
and everything is drowned in retrospection.
Tonight, I visit your new ponds and clinch my hand
because for all my affinity to remembrances,
it's the shadow of childhood, of impish friends
that make the most languishing stories.
2/20/2016
Contest of Craig Cornish: The Park
*Luneta (Rizal)Park ~ one of the most historic
areas in our city
Categories:
revisiting, nostalgia, places,
Form: Dramatic Verse
sanctuary of my young adulthood
I weep in front of my former home
a student cottage, a secret life
set in a steep hillside it is still beautiful but empty
and neglected
shake shingles replaced by lincoln log siding
horrible
I walk around and peer into the room where I would study
wall of french doors out onto wooded acres
now a state park
I can hear ghost echos of the dog barking
far up in the woods
come back...
and my infant son warbling as I rocked him with my foot
studying late into the night
great love in that home, great long sleeps and lazy winter storms
as I discovered myself
my sons father would join me at my pleasure
we were not ready yet
still a work in progress
and my son
a child of greatest love
our beginning.
Categories:
revisiting, happiness, love,
Form: Free verse