“The lightest touch” Good poetry begins with the lightest touch, a breeze arriving from nowhere, a whispered healing arrival, a word in your ear, a settling into things, then, like a hand in the dark, it arrests the whole body, steeling you for revelation. In the silence that follows a great line, you can feel…
Where tigers belch and monkeys howl,
Through miasmal and mysterious swamps
Don’t dwell on what might have been
or the chances you have missed.
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;
Happiness is something we create in our mind,
it’s not something you search for and seldom find.
“Sometimes” Sometimes when things turn upside down And inside out and look dark brown, I rush outdoors and gaze into The topless sky’s eternal blue, So calm and cool, so still and deep, With soft contented clouds like sheep. I shade my eyes and stare and stare, Then go back in the house, and there,…
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky
Gentle eyes that see so much , paws that have the quiet touch,
Purrs to signal “all is well”,
And as I go along life’s way,
I’m reaping better than I sowed. I’m drinking from my saucer, ‘Cause my cup has overflowed.
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.
O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.
On the magic mirror of its white space,
The soul sees before her the place of the miracles