For those who stop themselves I am afraid to share my voice but you love to sing. From now, when I am beside you, may your glad singing always override my inhibitions. May you remember to look at me directly and sing loudly with no thought to my shyness. May your voice, which soothes me in plain speech, in singing wrap around me and pull out my smile, a hum, so maybe someday my song will rush out to meet yours. You avoid moving to music but I love to dance. From now, when you are beside me, may my sway and stomp always override your embarrassment. May I remember to look at you directly and dance freely with no thought to your shyness. May my feet, which walk comfortably beside yours, step joyfully around you and pull out your smile, a bounce, so maybe someday your dance will rush out to meet mine.© Laura Seale, 2017
The Live Poets Society
Sunday, January 9, 2022
Complementary
Thursday, January 6, 2022
Turning. Another Milestone.
Four AM, and after a few hours sleep, I’m awake—and resenting it, I’ll admit— restless in body and spirit. Every few minutes I flip over the pillow, the fresh side a few degrees cooler. Try my left side, then my right, my stomach, back. There is no magic posture. And then I remember and take comfort in the telephone call this afternoon from my daughter. Forty-six years old, and at last a mother, she rang me to say she’s sitting there watching her three-and-a-half-weeks-old son in his crib, trying to turn over. Her voice fills with delight, as she describes that amazing sight: how, lying on his back, he struggles and kicks one leg clear, then balances on his side, with each effort growing minutely stronger. I can hear him behind her, cooing and grunting, as he arches and rocks, determined to complete the maneuver.(C) Tony Russell, A Gathering
Monday, January 3, 2022
The Last Titan
Making my own hell, awaking in the daylight from an eerie echo of night, stirring nightmarish worries into a healthy porridge, involuntarily vomiting a debauched lifestyle, swearing to drink only water. But Happy-Ever-After life is about to end. A love affair with the erratic life, beautiful young bride, home-sweet-home, seeds handed and sown, kids fledged and flown, the last breath, the last seep of life like the last rite. The unfinished book like a heirloom passed on to a new Happy-Ever-After life.(C) Helen Kanevsky, 2021
Tuesday, October 5, 2021
Zoom
Zoom Zoom Zoom… running on the technology highway
Email and text may soon be outdated
To computers and iPhones we are now mated
Snapchat and facetime may be fast, facebook will be a thing of the past
Zoom Zoom Zoom…running on the technology highway
To know what’s new just google this, google that
Find old friends and write notes in the chat
No more books; just read on-line; worry not, your eyes will be fine
Zoom Zoom Zoom… running on the technology highway
Meetings in isolation, but you’re not alone
Connect with co-workers, working from home
Learn about COVID, get all the stats and know all the facts
Zoom Zoom Zoom… running on the technology highway
Order all your groceries and other supplies
Fix your virtual background to “travel” world-wide
Get a spot while they last; view a webinar, take a class
Zoom Zoom Zoom…running on the technology highway
Attend a church service with music complete
File your taxes and keep things neat
Share ideas in a break-out group, please remember to unmute
Zoom Zoom Zoom… running on the technology highway
Oh the wonders of what we now can do
And for the children this is normal too
Sign up for a test, sign up for a shot
LIFE NOW ON ZOOM
Like it or NOT
Zoooom………
© Anne Cressin, 2021
Below: Ruben Gallego on Zoom meeting with
constituents from Glendale AZ
Image from Wikimedia Commons
Monday, August 30, 2021
Having Coffee with God
In a place
From a far past
A backyard suspended
In the air, from a hill
In El Cajón, California
A pool and tiles around
All that this place is about
I sit on the edge of the void
Between the pool behind
And nothingness ahead
Right between us
The two of You and me
A little mug of espresso
Sits very little but strong
On the smooth blue green tiles
Me and this teeny little cup
Brings a memory back
Of a sunflower standing tall
And a tiny ant walking low
The proud and the humble
In the delicious aroma of humility
My heart is awake
With love and passion
My mind crystal clear
With spiritual bewilderment
You whisper gently to me
I am The Source of everything
Then you affectionately show me
Below, four vultures riding the air
Turkey birds circling the void
Around and counterclockwise
Four beautiful words
No God but God
La ilaha illa Llah
From the beginning to the end
All evolves around My God
On the edge of everythingness
One sip after another
One word after another
So much to share
So much to catch up on
My favorite thing in the world
Having coffee with You
A spiritual romantic moment
Taken in with gratitude
Put around my finger
As a priceless extinct diamond
This edge of Divine enlightenment.
© Imane Lemnii, 2021
A kettle of turkey vultures circling. Photo by Jessie Eastland from Wikimedia Commons |
Monday, July 26, 2021
A practical list of the thing I have not, will not, or cannot fix
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
Under a Mopane Tree in the Heat of the Day
A lioness stretches out long, eyes closed, still
but for the in and out of breathing. Four flawless
cubs sprawl over her belly, press into her breasts.
They nurse and knead with baby paws. She turns
her body, raises one tawny leg, and the cubs
topple, mew like miniature bells, scramble,
search, reconnect – joined-again magnets.
We sit silent on the savanna. Our unmoving
roofless vehicle six yards from this august
animal, predatory carnivore, mother of
nurslings. In this moment I sense the kinship –
a summoned tingle deep in my breast, soft buzz
echo in the belly that announced the flow of milk.
She knows that too – nuzzling mouths latched on,
sucking with fury, and that fleeting serenity,
mine too. Her ears are never stopped.
She hears stalks of grass, their snapping.
© Martha E. Snell, 2021
Lioness with cubs, Ngorongoro Crater, The Serengeti Photo by Tony Young from Wikimedia Commons |