Twin Banks

Twin Banks

I’d like to say it went off without a hitch, but, truth be known, I choked up (as expected). What could have been three minutes of poetry during my daughter’s (and, of course, her husband’s) wedding seemed like a lifetime, as her life-to-this-point flashed before me. I have been called a romantic, and I won’t deny that it’s true. Her happiness always has been one of my foremost concerns. They have been a couple since high school – more than a third of their lives – but I was overwhelmed by the significance of that moment and the happiness they will share.

Afterwards, the father-daughter dance did go off without a hitch. (I guess the lessons, followed by practice with my wife every night during the month before the trip, paid off.) Our plan was to alter the tempo of a waltz to fit with Billy Joel’s Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel), and it worked. Yes, it was emotional, but I had expended that energy for the reading, and the dance became a moment of delight paired with a song about the lasting bond of a father and his daughter.

At the reception, I was told by many that my reading brought tears to the eyes of some there. I’m sure that my own reaction had something to do with that. Here is that reading:

Celebration of Love

friends gather
to witness a vow
shared by two
as their love
becomes a celebration
a life together

From an early age, I encouraged Alyssa to have an interest in poetry. What better culmination of that than this poetic moment – the union of love?

Rabindranath Tagore was a Bengali musician, artist, and poet, and there is inspiration in much of his writing. He said,
               “Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.”

We see the perfect example of freedom in a butterfly. It goes about, fulfilling its life, with not a wasted moment. In fact, Tagore also said,
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”

That quote inspired me to write a haiku.

momentary pause
between silent beat of wings
butterfly alights

If we think of Reed and Alyssa as the butterflies, where do they alight?
It is this moment, here and now.

while dancing on air
paired beating of wings and hearts
butterfly finds mate

I have one other poem I’d like to read.

Twin Banks

Consider the banks of a river.

Far from separate
or opposite, they complement
each other as they embrace
the river flowing through them.

That river is life, and within it
there is a current, love, its depth
revealed with each passing moment.

It is that love which brings them here
today, the love that will carry them
through all their tomorrows.

It truly was a celebration.

Ken G.


cricket meditates ~ haiku

cricket meditates
considers silence of loss
broken by dry leaves

September 11th brings to me a need to write something about the loss of that day in 2001,
but each year I find myself at a loss for words. All I have for today is this haiku.

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #101 Photoshopping Haiku “Cricket Silence”
asks us to revise the following haiku:

cricket silence
between scraping sounds
autumn begins
© Jane Reichhold

Image source: The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Earthworm and Cricket, by Kitagawa Utamaro

Celebration of Love ~ shadorma

Celebration of Love

friends gather
to witness a vow
shared by two
as their love
becomes a celebration
a life together

I haven’t written a shadorma for a while, so it’s time.
I’m on the road again – back to Buffalo for my daughter’s wedding.
See you in a couple of weeks!

This Bitter Pill ~ quadrille

This Bitter Pill

That the cure is our demise
lies between hope and fear,
dear though we hold our home.

Are we the plague,
the ague that chills all hope,
the dope that drains all life?

To achieve tranquility,
must we become dust?
Must we be gone?

This second quadrille for the prompt from Lillian at dVerse … the most beautiful words are … (to write a quadrille [a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme] using tranquility) – came to me after Merril’s comment on Till There Is Nothing – “I hope Earth will live as the Blue Planet, even if we make it uninhabitable for ourselves.”

Image source: Wikimedia Commons (Earth seen from Apollo 17)