what kind of day
what kind of day
to look outside
‘cause I can
see
there is sunlight
easy allowing colors and
shade
in relationship that’s agreeable
as if
sun and Earth had worked it out
in a process
before dawn
and this is today
with all
the hours ahead and for all the plans
or
maybe apprehensive with no plans
what shall happen like
the Spanish song
with
surprises along with what’s expected
founded on what’s ancient
and what’s yesterday
entering new
time
with what we have and are to bring even
to a table
to negotiate with each other
like the sun
over
what should change on Earth and what
remain
the same
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say it’s dawn (I have trouble telling)
love gives
what shall
love provide
but
everything we need
food
something safe to drink
families
of
all sorts constructed
homes
and peace
and if our loves won’t do this
won’t provide
then
person to family to
tribe we haven’t worked it right
not yet
and if work sounds blockish
or
exploitative
then let’s ask ourselves if
we wouldn’t say that
on an easy
day
love still requires labor
for
the loved also
receiving the same
and if
followed
by rest
for all those
loving
loved
sometimes
to hope rarely called for
except something Christlike required
then
even loving and not loved
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shall we let the shofar call
Sunday
sun rests behind the gray
while the rain
considers working
even
if Earth is called to rest
or call it Saturday
or Friday
night
the call to rest is there
cessation
take up each things
don’t drag the chair across
a dirt floor
not
for fear of retribution but because
of the gift of love
and
yes
there’s room for interpretation
as time and we have changed
though God
has not
and yet seems to meet us
where
we are
as we could track the visitations and new
miracles
a day
and if we turn recreation into a business
infested with the mock virtue of
busyness
then we should drop
those
occupations for another form
of work
and play without the need to win or shop to win
to take the rest
as we smart people
know
how it goes
an honest sabbath
day
that’s all
and should we have it
is
we know
so much
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intimate grandeur
how nature gives then displays
graces for senses
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I’m thankful for Literary Revelations Publishing House (https://literaryrevelations.com/) that will be publishing haiku of mine with those of others, a book on the theme of soulmates
I am in pain evidently from compressed nerves, better from medication, though still hurting
I have an operation set for 6 May; the device implanted and connected to my heart will be replaced, at least the electric part will be, as it’s time
I’m still breathing bad in my place that is infested and in the long and complex process finding and affording somewhere else to live
and how are you today?
the haiku above to me seems a little rough but says what I mean to say; what’s more important is what the verse might say to you
thanks
all of you
so much
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dreams
mine are vivid
brought on my insomnia
helped
by
medication
and tend to dream of people whom
I know
or knew back then
and
back then was now and is now
in the experience
details
and personalities made up
with
guesses at responses
and typically there’s wandering
place to place
or
to look out in the distance sometimes
and sometimes
to see
as one might see in dreams
light upon a ridge
who knows
a city
on a hill
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stand as it’s delivered
look at the yellow
paling
the blue
pasteling green branches look lighter
too
and if we’re waking take it easy
while impulsively receiving
everything that
happens
stand as may
as all the selections might
in
the paint-washed and more sensoral day
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see and taste
can and may
the light is back
spring flowers
now
seen
red in the distance
small white palms just outside
the window
offering
like open hands
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Psalm 34:8
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Spring in Kashmir.
some peace
some peace
please
some warmth though
let there be shade
some cool
as well
simple things
how does it go
a loaf
of bread
a jug of wine
maybe some cheese by good
negotiations with
some cows
and
who knows where we are
near a tree
under an arch
inside
in an acceptable place
and share
words of someone else
perhaps
and stories of our
own
we eat
drink
hope for the same tomorrow
in love regard the new day
the same
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A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread—and Thou
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (translated)
“Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die!”
from Isaiah 22 (also translated)
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from the anchorite cell
don’t call me Norwich for I might be a north witch
I don’t like the world
and it doesn’t like me
it didn’t like me first
for I would go into it
to find pleasure
and
the promise of creation
the world tried to rape me
got closer than it should have
and then
the mistrust became a crystal thing
or a diamond
and I became the crystal
faceted
and fragile
and what is left for me
escept to escape the planet
living in a place of peace
perhaps
unfallen
and it
take me in
I suppose
such a world is heaven
since I’m not on other planets
and can’t go
and could not consider
for
the barricaded might that would keep me out
and back on Earth
the wicked Earth
and yet for six days it was good
and us
and then the rest
and then outcast
and all the generations to ruin everything
and
we find old interesting
for archaeology
yet
isn’t what is found a record
of the same way we behaved
back then
and yet to look on an artifact
and believe
they had hopes
and
they tried
the first owners in their origins
wanting
good lives
if
at first and finally
some sense in having been both made
and placed
but
today I could not help them
and I would look on their records
not with disdain
but
forlorn
for all they must have tried
and who brought them down instead
because
so that
their parts of Earth were cursed
maybe from the start
maybe a plan
at
least a possibility
in Eden
and what is left of me
can breathe and function
only
if I’m undiscovered by the strong
to capture and
to
torture me
as have my peers
if any
been captured and scoured of body
and of spirit
and what does the servant of Job say
but that
only I am left
to tell
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Julian of Norwich (c. 1343), also known as Juliana of Norwich, the Lady Julian, Dame Julian or Mother Julian, was a medieval English Catholic anchoress. Her writings, now known as Revelations of Divine Love, are the earliest surviving English-language works attributed to a woman. They are also the only surviving English-language works by an anchoress.
(excerpt from Wikipedia with a little bit of adapting
the poem is a fictional account of no one in particular)
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Norwich
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