Unopened daisy
Signals an arriving spring
Earth: Hallelujah
haiku inspired by
Rosema, A Reading Writer;
Melinda, In Media Res,
who wrote about spring,
https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/03/28/springs-harbinger/
My Two Charges
They’re small like cats
Not even big house cats
They’re dogs and must
Be compensating
Wishing all felines
Into tolerable targets
Thank goodness, I have
Them when they tire
With age, sleeping more
Than running varmints
Down in the yard
Actually, my greater
Concern—my aim—is
Is that they live until my
Sister returns
Hear that, lump of
Turned-in white-curled
Thighs and back and
Ears, snoozing beside me
As I type?
And you, over to the
Left, long-brown dog
Sleeping in a circle on the
Floor, back bent from
Early trauma—your
Heart will keep its
Rhythm (yes?), when
You set your four pins
To the ground to trundle
Over to the door?
Please, dogs, stay with
Me
After long-sleeping
Hours, I’d be thankful
For you waking up
Each time
Reading the Sunday Paper
on my First Day (Back) Here
I am in the City
Of Bridges, the
Renaissance City,
The Steel city
And today I look
At a major
City’s newspaper
Horrors and other
Troubles in Brussels,
In Istanbul, and
Syria (reported
From Beirut)
Also talk of state
Candidates for the
Fall that in my
State part
I haven’t heard
Of
A hopeful market,
This
It is a special day,
Which is covered
Through testimony
From leaders
Of movements
In communities
Contiguous,
Congealed
There is a story
Of architecture here,
Appropriately given
The age and grand
(Sky-scraping) efforts
Of artists and
Builders over
Time
The obituary
Section’s long with
Detailed histories told
Of those now
Taken
Editorials, reader
Opinions pretty
Well-reasoned
One take arguing
That civility
Itself must rule
Practices in public
Discourse
I skipped the ads
And comic stories
(So far) but pore
Through tailored
Regional parts (the
House I visit is in
The west)
There are big
Cities over many
Points in our
Compassed globe
While enormity
Conveys impersonal
Anxiety
There is an appreciable
Nexus of talent
Nature-distributed
Urban-planned
And neighborly
Diversity
Freedom in
That
Inexorable, the
City strives
With many things
Challenge
Then to celebrate
Passion Play
Act Four
He is arisen now
Who caused the rising
Disciples will say the
Spirit of God breathed
Into his body once
Again
So that he might walk
Upon a mortal land
To testify
And heal
And more simply to
Take meals with friends
“Nothing mattered now.”
After Aslan is slain in
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
by C. S. Lewis
Unseen
Christ is dead
Not now but long ago
And on the full day in between
(Counting days on calendars)
When the body lay in Joseph’s
Tomb, the movement sleeps
As well
Nightmares of capture
And, worse, hopelessness
It is a time for cynical
Reasoning among the
Followers
J. R. R. Reading Day
25 March
(Not that there’s anything to
Mind, but)
How was this decided?
What happens in the story
To commemorate?
What’s in the lore?
Having a day made right
For reading about rings
Or the Silmarils
Or ships retiring west to
Middle-Earth’s Elysian
Shores—or imposing corsairs
Creasing through southern
Waters
All this is good
If a day to be celebratory
Even better
An excuse to wake up our
Hobbit aspects and have
Bilbo’s birthday party, after
Reading, under the great
Shire tree
Not having to wait
‘Til 22 September
When we can make the party
More fantasy
Officially
Again
Parting Storm
(Good Friday,
while rain falls)
Tempests of dread
Over waves or
Maybe upon towns
Or fields or where
Any once had met
Storms have many parts
Forget the question if
It makes a sound where
There is no one to hear:
Storm sounds
(Makes noise,
Goes deep)
From the first
Crashing, splitting, thieving
Maddening descent
Of all the elements
Calling for chorus
And rebuke
Within or under
Land and water, as if
Newly and terribly alive, and
Where both converge
In savage contested
Bordering
Dying sets in, life strives
Against
Waking day of uncertain
Force, fearing that
Maybe faith no longer
Holds
Falling with night
Je Suis Brussels
Capital of Belgium
A capital of the European Union
Now where we grieve
What else should an explosion do
But separate the living from
The active earth
The bombings are insane against
The rights of nature
The bombers invested in
Warped thinking about how the
World changes, since most
Of us will crystallize in
Opposition to the cause
We will mourn and pray
And, right or wrong, fight back
world warring
the President goes
to Cuba with needful
cause death toll in
Syria increases from
Russian airstrikes so
goes the claim
North Korea via
Its leadership strives
to move to the front
row of the nuclear
theatre Saudi Arabia
executes students
dissidents and (who
knows) POWs they
are held all over Asia
and in parts
of Africa I say
parenthetically
because too many
do not see we are
a warring world
nations at nations
forces inside
and in between
diplomacy cannot
fail or the impulse
to adapt all our
propensities still in
keeping Edenic
promises making
eccentric community
in spite all the chaos
at Babel
maybe a surprise
that we can tilt
and keep our planet
toward the good
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