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Tag Archives: Poetry
Poem: Solitude, In Black, White, and Grey
What motivates someone to seek a silent retreat?To travel to a remote mountain hermitage?To be alone among other retreatants who stay alone? Is it a means of escaping the 24-hour cyclesOf news and social media, which interrupts With cell-phones buzzing while … Continue reading
Poem: Say Their Names
Billie Holiday confronted her audiencesWhen she sang of “Strange Fruit” to illustrateThe dominant culture’s assault on black bodies.She did not name the fruit of black men lynchedFor offending white authorities withPerceived crimes primarily of being black. Today we say their … Continue reading
Poem: Wildfire
At Pentecost flames leapt from Jesus’ followersWho shared the Messiah’s messageIn ways that diverse peoples could understand.The Gospel has one and many forms. Fire ignites, illuminates, consumes.Fire must have the right conditions to occur.Fire burns, then moves on.What is left … Continue reading
Poem: Ordinary Time
Ordinary, normal, routine, Measured out in days, weeks, months, seasons,Sleep-wake-rest-activity cycles,Breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert,Coffee, tea, soda, wine,Self-care, chores, leisure. But are these times ordinary?Or, is the ordinary the structure uponWhich we then navigateWhat is not ordinary? We go about our routinesUntil … Continue reading
Poem: Clouds
The clouds rise, like mountains upliftedBy vaporous subduction zones of tectonic platesIn geological time measured in secondsRather than millennia. 7,200 seconds ago we were submerged inA cloud which covered the Santa Lucia MountainsIn billowing puffs as if to burry us … Continue reading
Poem: Silence,… Please
I recall a 5th grade class assignmentIn which we each were instructedTo write a motto to guide the classroom. I wrote, “Be Quiet”, which the teacher Selected first, admonishing usNo to be quiet, but to talk, share our ideas, learn. I … Continue reading
Poem: Fog
Along the coast, the clouds lay, wrapping the shore in mist,Not obscuring, but softening the line of the ocean’s horizonAnd swirling the foam of waves that swell and churn the rocks,Sea plants and creatures, which cling to the shallow tide … Continue reading
Poem: Big Sur, Big South
We travel south along the coast.The road rises and falls with the tides,Swelling and curving around each rocky vista. South, “Sur” to the Spanish, Big, for grand is the coastal mountainsWhich push up from the sea, Big Sur, Big South. The … Continue reading
Poem: Now We Weep
My regular readers have noticed that I have been rather absent on the blog these past couple of months. This is not for lack of activity, but because living those experiences require engagement, and sometimes enacting our life absorbs the … Continue reading
Poem: Dead Calm
Dead calm, the fog sits upon the harbor. No breath of wind other than That which forms as we exhale. Obscured is our view, our focus
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