Homely Patterns
(touchstones)
The textures look good,
Fetching shadows made by
Leaves that brush
Morning panes;
Utensils drying in the
Countertop basket, like
Bright soldiers
At ease
Anticipating dress parade;
More
Things lined up above
The sink, ordinary
Items as
Remembrances:
Symbols mean the whole;
Here hopes rest
In half-light perceptions
And
First-morning moments
Teal Pumpkin Project
Leave un-allergenic treats
On Hallowe’en porch
http://www.foodallergy.org/teal-pumpkin-project#.WABLLiQ5pcw
Services with Variants
(from Appalachia)
I wonder as I wander
Out under the sky
Why Jesus, my Jesus,
Did come down to die
For poor on’ry people
Like you and like I
I wonder as I wander
Out under the sky
And then the story can begin in
Earnest—the grammar’s bad:
What does that really matter,
When the bias is for long and
Almost painful, loving notes
Wrought in the words to send
Them over; all the o sounds and
The is like convict souls, once
Held then let go like winged
Enchantment, soar above the
Planet in the room, to wave
Like smoke around the beams
Above the Sunday evening
Gathering, like convicts bound
Whose chains are broken with
No expectation, words and
Notes released like birds once
Wrapped by keepers’ hands—
In flight now to know no other
Mission than the erring sky
And song of wonder-wandering
“I Wonder as I Wander” (Appalachia)
Words and Music collected by John Jacob Niles
Collected by John Jacob Niles in Murphy, [North Carolina,] in July 1933 from a young traveling evangelist Annie Morgan. According to Niles, he asked her to sing the song repeatedly until he had memorized it. It was published in his 1934 Songs of the Hill-Folk.
http://www.hymnsandcarolsofchristmas.com/Hymns_and_Carols/i_wonder_as_i_wander.htm
and “on’ry” is ornery, which is a good word
Red Crescent
(Yemen)
What’s left behind
In towns, on plains of blood
Yemen
And everywhere
In the west
Of Asia
They look for
Our families taken
Through
The rents of war
They offer drink
Give food
And in the desert night
Leave warmth
Around the victims
Soft-bright shields
Drawn with symbols
Did you not know?
Red Crescent complements
The awful need
Quranic teaching
And impulse
To save the unknown
Neighbor
Better
I don’t know much about the world
It seems
I wish it were better
I’m offended
And I’m angry
Who really wants to care?
We have other things to do, less
Pandering to moods
Chosen when something more promising
Could be selected
Another code pressed on the emotion
Vending machine
I wonder maybe we have a number of tokens
And then the rest are gone
For deciding badly
For too-small convictions
When being noble in an un-ranked way
Would make the difference
Would light the factories
Would illuminate
Pockets and portals of prosperity
Nether (never) world
Intentions hide
Give it a chance
A two-step beneath the table
Smiling for no reason
Than
The joy in dawn-split morning
Or romantic night
The splendid times when
In spite of rusted gags and
Chains
Joy breaks free
Aftermath
(Matthew)
There is a square
Upon the
Ground
That has no sides
There were
Three walls more
Like pillars, a
Doorway, and more
There was life, and
I could name each
Part: mother,
Daughter,
Neighbor child,
Love
Spry forms that
I could see
And touch; now
None
Remains
I’ve come back to
The place
I heard it had
A name;
I no longer care
The Unforgiven
(over three hundred now)
Matthew kills
Two hundred eighty
In the place that Papa
Doc abused
Where the recent
Legacy of earthquake
Leaves homes
Waiting to rise
For five years’ passing
On toward Florida,
This is not
The succession of an
Apostle but the
Random naming of
A storm
That, anonymous,
Would rise and fall,
Slam and flood, beat and
And take the
Breathing from too
Many enfleshed
Fragile souls
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