Tag Archives: poem
Soon
Will Soon Become Me by Michael P. Garofalo (via Jules of Nature) This peach, these peppers, These grapes, these tomatoes Will all soon become me. Such a tasty fact. I am That and That is Me. Bless the garden! Bless the kitchen!
Tea and Oranges
This poem by Leena Badri and this song by Leonard Cohen seem to share a common vibe: Azza and I Share a Cup of Tea by Leena Badri, from Pank Magazine 1.1-2020 (via 3 Quarks Daily) We find a perfect piece of shade underneath the warm sun, and Azza pours the tea before she speaks …
Has, Held, Is
Come to Dust by Ursula K. Leguin, in So Far So Good ©2018 (via Jules of Nature) Spirit, rehearse the journeys of the body that are to come, the motions of the matter that held you. Rise up in the smoke of palo santo. Fall to the earth in the falling rain. Sink in, sink …
a note of compassion
The Sound of Birds at Noonby Dahlia Ravikovitchfrom Contemporary World Poetry, ©1996translated from the Hebrew by Chana Bloch and Ariel Bloch This chirpingis not the least malicious.They sing without giving us a thoughtand they are as manyas the seed of Abraham.They have a life of their own,they fly without thinking.Some are rare, some are common,but …
She Walks in Beauty
What I love about Marianne Faithfull is that she never stops changing and evolving. She has never been afraid to try something completely different. Not every swing connects, but she hit this one out of the park.
Tomorrow
If it All Changed Tomorrow by Ana Daksina If we got that phone call Saying they won’t be coming home If the waters rose If the earth began moving If the air lifted buildings And slammed them down again If the other car hadn’t braked just in time If that knock came on the door …
Dance On
The old ones disappear, the young dance on;They use the space we make by being gone. ~From the poem “Use of Space” by Clive James
You Just Know It Does
“There are days where the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.” ~Lang Leav
Oak
If you’re an oak You don’t pretend You are a flower ~Matsuo Baho Via Draw & Wings
We’ve inherited hope
We’ve inherited hope–the gift of forgetting.You’ll see how we givebirth among the ruins. ~Wisława Szymborska, tr. by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak, from “Notes from a Nonexistent Himalayan Expedition”, Map: Collected and Last Poems ©2016 Below is a video of writer Bill Hayes reading the full poem for the Favorite Poem Project:
Poetry in Everything
Alexander Bayon is on the web HERE.
Won’t They, Comrade?
Paul Laurence Dunbar had a sense of rhythm very similar to Rudyard Kipling. His works are in the public domain and may be downloaded freely from Project Gutenberg, HERE. There are multiple formats available, including EPUB, Kindle, plain text, and HTML for on-line reading. The Voice of the Banjoby Paul Laurence Dunbar In a small …
