Meeting in Punta Gorda: a nonet

 

Seeing each other after three years

Three not so easy years, but this

meeting again, time collapsed

There was joy and laughter

and plenty of tears

We have Common

Boundary

Deep ties

Love

Glorious Spirit (nonet)

 Today’s inspiration is this photo from my friend Kara Vereen.

Lay down on this fluffy bed of clouds

The sun striking a glowing pose

Evening brings its gifts to us

Resting into this calm

We look to the sky

Through our own hearts

Glorious

Spirit

Soars

At Twenty-Six (a nonet)

 Inspired by the poem “Your Heart is not a Hospital” by Nikita Gill. Read it https://emergingfromthedarknight.best/2018/04/04/your-heart-is-not-a-hospital-nikita-gill/

I was twenty six years old when I 

came to realize what she says, 

that I never should settle 

or think I’m not worth more. 

When it became clear, 

I took control 

and then found 

the real 

me.

Open (a nonet)

 I thought I had nothing left to say

For a year I sat in silence

But the river never stopped

The words were floating there

I just shrugged them off 

Now I open

Reach for them

Listen

Write

RE-AL-I-TEA (a nonet)

 Based on a art prompt by Debbi Ohi found on Post.

On the craggy cliff edge, determined,

Holding tight with resolute strength.

Steeped in the reality

The wind could take control.

Fierce energy and

Capacity

Lead the scene.

Fearless

She.

Pink (nonet for a Sunday)

 

To enjoy the pink and blue sunrise

This morning, a ten minute walk

Around the block, muggy day

I was alone out there

Too early for some

Pink found me twice

Hibiscus

Wet with

Dew

Short week, two poems

Found some inspiration this week.

Early Friday morning I was inspired when I read Peuo Tuy's poem "Rouge Rage 1975-1979" about how the U.S. and other countries supported Cambodia in killing their own people.

Then I wrote this nonet:

Fin

Today I thought about the words to

Bob Dylan's "Blowing in the Wind"

Peuo's poem is a reminder

these things go on and on.

How many times can 

we keep making

the same cruel 

mistakes.

Fin! 

This morning I read Twyla M. Hansen's poem called "The Hand of God," and loved the ending:

                   Paying attention

is a form of prayer, the answers

to which are waiting all around you

and close to home

Then I wrote this:

Paying Attention

Today I will be in nature

with a chance to pay attention

as I did yesterday when I watched

the osprey in their nest

heard their babies calling. Looked

at the sky when my eyes were

tired, the blue sky and contrasting

puffs of clouds before the next

class arrived. Paying attention.

Everything. The only thing.

Experimental

Today I was longing to write a found poem. After reading four poems by H.D. (Hilda Dolittle), I decided to not only use as the basis for a found poem, but to make it a nonet as well. Here is my experiment.  Got to say, I liked the little internal rhymes that showed up. Thank you, Annmarie, for the title suggestion.

RESOLVED
Only now my heart shell breaks open,

the phoenix dropped a grain of wax.

We are each with a treasure

in the light of both past

and future, gems, gold

things new and old,

dissolved, lost?

Claim it.

Peace.

Comfort Food

Today is bittersweet. We are having our traditional Christmas Eve Eve -- a tradition since 2010 when Margie and her family moved to Fort Myers. Although we do not yet know if and when they will move, there are many things in the works. It is fairly evident this is our final Christmas season together in the same state.

I decided to write a nonet about this morning's activities. Good way to process, right? Feeling pretty fine as I wrote, counting syllables, the house full of good smells.

And then that damn Aretha Franklin song came on, and I collapsed into a puddle. I think that song will forever be associated with this particular Christmas season.

Green not alone in summertime,
But in the winter's frost and rime;
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
How faithful are thy branches.

This sentiment found its way into my poem.

Happy day to all. Hope you are eating well. Say prayers for our family, please, as we face transition with acceptance and grace.

Comfort Food

I once heard Maya Angelou say

to think of the ones you love while

you are cooking for them. I 

did today while chopping

onions, browning the

meat, carrots.

Some things last.

Comfort.

Food.

Ode to Christmas Spirit: a Nonet

I have been remiss in writing lately.  Today I decided I needed to correct it.

Last night I wrote about this experience in my Homework for Life notebook as the most story worthy moment of my day. Decided to make it a nonet and post it here.  I need to keep up with my practices to keep anxiety at bay and keep myself balanced. This is a step.

Driving back from the most relaxing

yoga class, listening to Christ-

mas music, and enjoying

the lighted houses on

McGregor, spirit

has taken hold 

and I am

grateful.

Thanks.

Quiet Moment

A nonet to honor my first day at the beach since July.

Quiet Moment

And now I take a very deep breath

October morning perfection.

Tide rolling out, mud flat birds,

feeding, preening, grouping.

I am alone here.

Mindful walking.
Quiet moment.

Soft pink

clouds.