NATURE POEMS: “This world”

“This world”   I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it nothing fancy. But it seems impossible. Whatever the subject, the morning sun glimmers it. The tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a star. The ants bore into the peony bud and there is…

ZEN POEMS: “Bird Bath”

  Bird Bath Only this matters: this ecstatic baptism this standing on stick- thin legs where the singing creek pools at the lip of the waterfall only this ruby-feathered chest diving to meet its reflection this beak piercing again and again that quivering surface, these wings half- unfolding, a ruffle of joy guiding rivers of…

MYSTICAL POEMS: “The Morning Watch” by Henry Vaughan

“The Morning Watch”   O joys! Infinite sweetness! with what flowers And shoots of glory, my soul breaks and buds! All the long hours Of night and rest, Through the still shrouds Of sleep, and clouds, This dew fell on my breast; O how it bloods, And spirits all my earth! hark! in what rings,…

POEMS: “A brave and startling truth” by Maya Angelou

“A brave and startling truth”   We, this people, on a small and lonely planet Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns To a destination where all signs tell us It is possible and imperative that we learn A brave and startling truth And when we come to it…

SHORT POEMS: “For the Children (from In the Unknown)” about poetry…

“For the Children (from In the Unknown)”   Pavement side, a mother and child and a poet’s footsteps exactly coincide: she’s saying to him ‘birds live in trees, and squirrels…’ as we pass, and I can’t resist ‘…and poets’, I add, as her sentence hangs still deep in my one-handed text to you about how…

SPRING POEMS: “Against the gently flowing spring morning” by Shih Shu

“Against the gently flowing spring morning”   Against the gently flowing spring morning the arrogant rattle of a passing coach peach blossoms beckon from the distant village willow branches caress the shoulder of my pond as bream and carp flash their golden scales and mated ducks link embroidered wings the poet stares about: this way,…

SPRING POEMS: “Spring”

“Spring” Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring � down the mountain. All night in the brisk and shallow restlessness of early spring � I think of her, her four black fists flicking the gravel, her tongue � like a red fire touching the grass, the cold water. There is…