Today's to-do list— But the wild mustard, so yellow, This sunny chair, warm.
Category: poetry
All Abide
Droop of August grass ants’ pheromone rush— cricket chirp In response to the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt: Abide
A Man Who Reads Poetry
she says, is my kinda macho -- eyes coursing the bellowing plains of the page like Sythian horsemen, and when I lean to be near, his voice growls wild honey, clenching thought sure as fists on rope, pommel or rose, a wrestler with joy, I’d plunge the tunnels down to hell, for those hands to … Continue reading A Man Who Reads Poetry
On the Trail to Hidden Lake from Logan Pass Visitor’s Center
Under an empty sky and blank rock, a thousand little fragments trudge along a plank path to appreciate what is hidden. Are there billy goat trolls hidden under this bridge to beyond? Something always is hidden beneath or beyond belief. Under the hollow path is nothing but shadow and the clomp of a thousand fragments … Continue reading On the Trail to Hidden Lake from Logan Pass Visitor’s Center
Of All the Ways
Of all the ways to open— blackbird on post—oke-n-leedr red winging away
Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44399/pied-beauty "Pied Beauty" first comes to mind when one hears 'dapple'. The other thing that comes to mind is the Appaloosa pony, which may make a poem sometime, but first things first. One does not need to love or even know or even think God to love Hopkins. Nor if a believer, one does not … Continue reading Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Even In Darkness
The link below resurrects the writelee.com post most appreciated by the readers. Even In Darkness
Waiting for Fireworks at Antietam National Battlefield
The orchestra begins “O, say can you see,” and in the dusk those boys rise again from the tree line and form in rows sung into them with “Mine eyes have seen the glory.” Ranks waver and writhe like banners over rise and hollow. And boys begin to fall. Gaps appear and close, a fatal … Continue reading Waiting for Fireworks at Antietam National Battlefield
Ruthless Is the Gardener
Today my chore— the damned invader weeds! But o, mustard's yellow?! I know it's a stretch, but think of it this way: a gardener deciding not to pull the yellow mustard sets a precedent. A lovely one but one that could be unpopular?
Frog Pond Haiku
When I pass a still pond of water, especially during the spring when the Frogs are sounding, I think of Basho's poem Old pond frog jump in plop I have not read it in the original Japanese--cannot is more accurate--but have read that in the Japanese the poem is such an onomatopoeic poem that sound … Continue reading Frog Pond Haiku
Home of Have, Poems by Lee Robison 