a democracy of clouds
cool
cloudy
promising a sleepy sun
palely then
coloring the day
and
it’s all right
sky-wide pastiche
all easy tones
to
take down aggression into
thoughtfulness
the invitation
request from
Talowa
or
Changing Woman
to take this day
to share it
earn it well and then
to have a portion
lent
to us as any power
any part of
what’s created
to us for a time
until
a reckoning with final dispositions
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starting on Saint Patrick Day
for the Irish family
what if God tends to clay
atop a color wheel
smooths hard at first
in
dealing with the ground
of dust
then gestures artful and tender
giving shape
and then some drying and some glazing
even
through a fire
so tempered then
to set on Earth
for
beauty and for usefulness
beauty
in the spirit
and so inspired living
was
turned
tempered
having been crucibled
at
first
perhaps
against adulterations like those that somehow
infiltrated Eden
anyway
now
on an Earth of love
and also peril
sometimes one turned to the other
and
yet throughout the hope for
aging
maybe patina or to fall cracked
and thus required by
reconciliation
gold in the cracks in the Japanese
way
that shows the way
all a metaphor
except
the ground is real
so is God
so are we
so is the process that
repairs
and bears us home redeemed
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feed
such a pretty moment
when I got
to sit in a friend’s chair
sipping guest
coffee
watching and hearing birds
around the feeders
and of these
there was a small brown
and
a black one
and I wish I knew more
as
my grandfather knew
who
charted birds
when the Department
of Interior had
been
formed
yet I don’t know the species
sigh
there was a bird with a bright hood
which was a woodpecker
I think
and one flyer a small pigeon to
me
anyway
and there came a squirrel
which did not
scurry anything away
but
picked at the ground with its paws
the ways the birds
had used
their beaks
and
through air on branches
on the earth
so maybe everyone got satisfied
and also
was pleased
thanks
friend
for the chair
the coffee
and the hour
so
I could think
My Lord
what a morning
as fresh sun strikes the trees
and feeding happened
for
the birds and other critters
in metal branches
and what is
tied
all over and on
for gleaning of the sun-rinsing
ground
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free verse + haiku
(current event; end of day)
board room
the war accompanied
by a board for peace
called
by someone who took billions of dollars
from people
to fund itself
we need this magic
instant gold as if a spell
sun cast for day’s end
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it’s a lovely day
gray if dull by promising
should the heart select
two enormous birds
predators of tan and brown
over the perished
nature doesn’t judge
often the quake or flood by
our instigation
amoral nature
save that flora and fauna
anywhere might weep
participation
nature allies death with life
relents the day’s night
creative life calls
work and play quotidian
sponsor something more
progress of haiku
no more than eased scenes required
nature bears wisdom
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a kind of progress beginning with looking outside (each should stand on its own as well)
photo by Manish Shah on Unsplash
we may unwrap here
God gave warm winter day’s love
ironically
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reading in by white
story that incarnadines
winter thriller day
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(for some a kind of day off due to snow, i.e., snow day, taken with relief—off and it doesn’t look so bad, there should be rising temperatures; day for outside play or inside read)
photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash
from Japan a cherry gift
lark but heavy for command
rose George Washington
for his birthday on 22 February
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faith shares mystery
should persecution follow
is love offered saved
pink and lace and wine
this day as romance might hope
into tomorrow
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