a gift of love, life, and Mother Nature
to write of hope
of survival, like a flame
to have mattered is a joy
to become a better vessel
letting go of illusions
learning how to say goodbye
tomorrow is an uncertainty,
rebirth an existence beyond this one
more than belief… the Design
brought into manifestation
part of the One, still part of the One
the fruits of our learning
the One is All… separation
through loss or death is illusion
seeing both sides of life
we know how deep love goes
in the end, choosing the way forward
learn from living
even more, dare to dream
love is always enough
This is a found poem. I hesitate to say it is a blackout poem, because I would not dream of blacking out one word from its source. Sue Vincent’s health is failing, and with no way of knowing when her time will have run its course, she has put into words her thoughts on life and what it will mean to be gone. The full body of that message, The Last Post? can be found at The Silent Eye. By no means is my poem meant to be a summation of her words. It is inspired by her message.
When Love Holds Court
the light of the moon
see the whisper of the stars
hear the sun’s warmth
night and day are one
when love holds court
If you want to try magnetic poetry, you can do it online, here.
You can read more of my magnetic poetry here.
Image source: Astronomy Picture of the Day – © Francesco Batistella
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The one saving grace
in this colorless world
This is my response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #147: A Colorless World.
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Call to me
and I will come,
my course unerring,
destination a place already
deep within my heart.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Soar #writephoto,
from Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
The prompt for Haibun Monday 30/03/2020: Snapshots of Our Lives, from Kim at dVerse Poets Pub, is to write a haibun that tells the story behind a poem from our personal archives. This is the story behind How I Knew I was a Poet, my video poem from 2017.
In the Beginning
I first visited YouTube in 2006, and it wasn’t long before I was making videos of my own, including video poetry. As time went on, I joined other video sharing sites. In 2010, one of the vloggers I followed was planning to travel from Chicago to Boston on his motorcycle, and he asked those along his route about meeting up for coffee. I took him to see Niagara Falls, and offered a room and a bed for the night. He told me to visit him any time, offering the use of his spare room.
The following year, we planned a meetup that included four other vloggers. Two of them also were from Chicago, one was from Washington state, and the fourth was from Missouri. Over several days, we visited a blues club, took a boat tour of Chicago’s architecture along the Chicago River, and visited the Green Mill Jazz Club (the home of slam poetry) and The Poetry Foundation. Everyone had a good time, and I had some interesting conversations about poetry at The Poetry Foundation with, little did I know, the woman who would one day be my wife.
I moved to Missouri in 2012.
witnessed by poets
in the beginning
Image: The Poetry Foundation, in Chicago
A Day Like Any Other
With like minds, we scorn this greeting card holiday,
yet my mind still turns to you, a turn made
nearly every moment since that first turn
on the path that brought our hearts together,
since the first words I wrote for you, words
I would write on any day, even this.
My un-Valentine’s Day poem.
And more words of LOVE.
Veil of Desire
through the long night,
you place a veil between us,
yet shine brightly in my mind,
our union destined to be
a tale for the eons.
Image source: Astronomy Picture of the Day
– Zeta Oph (NASA, JPL-Caltech, Spitzer Space Telescope)
Notes, while driving with a love supreme
(random riffs recorded on the road)
Layer upon layer of clouds holding
a snow that never materialized
deliver a gray light,
but there’s joyful anticipation at the start
of this long drive home like a pulse
of contentment. A love supreme.
Piano pulls me forward with resolve,
when Coltrane comes in
pursuing that love
as drums urge me onward.
Like a psalm rolling through me,
clouds give way to blue sky,
the hint of home drawing me closer
on this long cold drive.
Words of Love
Witness two lovers, sharing their vows.
There is no instantaneous transformation.
Their love is as true before, as it is after,
yet that moment stands frozen in time,
the depth of their love in the words they choose.
Their truth is a song, and no song
that a bird might sing to its mate
could make this more clear to the world.
In Meet the Bar – Metaphorically Speaking, Björn at dVerse asks us to use metaphor
to expand on something to create something entirely new and unique.
Image source: The Guardian
No secret hides within this missive,
this announcement for all to hear.
No message in a bottle
afloat without purpose,
it loudly proclaims
for all to hear,
You have my
This nonet is a response to Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 141 #PhotoPrompt, with her photo.