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The Journey to the West

Though we journey to the West We pray to the East More or less that's the way Each day begins and ends It’s a tale everyone ...

Thursday, January 21, 2021

Gazelles Upon the Hillside

I heard the falling hooves
Of gazelles upon the hillside
Yet the temple bell
Remained still and quiet

How the spirit starts to tremble
When it can reach no higher
Then silence becomes a cave
Into which such loneliness retires




Sunday, December 27, 2020

Under the Light of the Eleventh Moon



Settling in the chill creekbed
Tonight under a soft blanket
Of December moonlight

There's a level of tranquility
Along the shoreline
I've never felt before

The waters have withdrawn
Far distant from the shore
And the tide gone so slack
It may never snap back again
From stillness of such depth




Friday, December 25, 2020

Things the Lawn Whispered to Me

Up until now I had only

Been dimly aware of the lawn's 

Interest in communicating with me

As sporadically displayed by

The mysterious calligraphy

The moles scratched out

As they dug their summer burrows

But now it appears the lawn

Has opened a second seasonal

Channel which consists of these

Barn hex or crop circle patterns 

That have recently begun

Popping up in the snow and

To be absolutely honest about it

I have no idea what they 

Could possibly mean





Saturday, December 19, 2020

Winter Scene (II) -- in reply to A R Ammons



The other day
In the heart of Queens
I came across
The strangest scene

Mid-December
Midway down the block
A cherry tree stood
In full bloom

Around it buzzed
A dozen wasps
Resurrected from
Their winter slumber

A chill wind blew
The petals fluttered
Spring thus come in winter
Being both ill omen
And strange wonder


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This morning I read an A.R. Ammons called Winter Scene that had been posted to Twitter. "There is now not a single/leaf on the cherry tree" - as the poem begins. (You can read the full Ammons' poem here: https://allpoetry.com/poem/14370666-Winter-Scene-by-A.R.-Ammons.)

It immediately brought to mind this strange sight I came across last weekend when I went into the City to visit my kids. I have no idea how such a thing happens. One more sign of our planetary crisis or maybe just a tree recently transplanted from a greenhouse where it had been force-fed some Monsanto growth compound. As Paul Simon wrote, these are the days of miracle and wonder, except now there is a decided presentiment of time being broken and perhaps beyond repair.

Friday, December 18, 2020

Poem Written in Twilight on December 18, 2020 as I Stepped Outside the Front Door


I swear on the entire stack of poems

I shall ever write

Tonight while walking my dog

I beheld a most miraculous sight

Some might say the Star of Bethlehem

But no less spectacular I say

The near conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter
A once in 200 year celestial event
Just outside my front door

Soon to converge again

As Galileo first saw

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This poem was composed as a Tweet as I walked my dog this evening, swept away by the sense of serendipity to behold such a sight.






Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Poem Written While Standing at the Base of a Right Triangle Composed of Me, the Half Moon and the Setting Sun

We walked along the beach
Under a canopy of marbling clouds
The half moon 
Lay starboard side
I found myself nestled
In the base of a right triangle
Pinioned between the half moon
And the setting sun
Leaving no room for doubt
That daylight was nearly done 

Photo by M. Bridge


Sunday, November 15, 2020

Ode to the Language Poet (for @ronsilliman )

 


The language poet 
Is insouciant
Tossing the literal
Aside in favor of the nut
Within the nut
Within the shell
And really what 
Did he find other than
The wheel turning to land
On Kora's season in Hell?

Oh but pity the poor language poet
The empty shell in which
He seeks to make himself
Feel more at home
More like a hermit crab
Than a lordly pair 
Of lobster claws
Scuttling along
The ocean floor