Christmas in July
we say that Christmas is December
and yet
because we need not fixed remember
then
there is no reason why
can be no Christmas in July
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a while ago, a friend was asking why Christmas could not be celebrated in July, not with sales but with services; part of this verse I came up with right away, the rest boiling like plum pudding over years
photo by Susan Wilkinson on Unsplash
boat
I pulled the line
and
ducked the boom
and pulled the rudder out
my craft
once near
the shallow water and the dock
I sculled
and also let the sail full
pull us across
the lake where I captained
so to say
the first
time with a passenger trusting
me
and thankfully we both faced
an adolescent nature-breath of wind and
more
and made it back
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photo by Sonja Langford on Unsplash
[haiku]
ask at all of firsts
from nil gifts to open so
open Earth and us
[out now]
Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku
by Literary Revelations
I’m not so good at promoting myself, but my work is in this anthology. As I’ve mentioned before, I find haiku an arduous process. So I guess I will say for myself that I’m pleased to have my haiku selected for inclusion in this work.
The book is out now and available at Amazon and appears to have been well-received so far. I’m grateful to Literary Revelations for the publishing and more specifically to Gabrielle Marie Milton for all her art and effort.
The main title, I probably don’t need to say, is the theme for this gathering of haiku. Thank you—any, all of you—for your reading of my work generally and should you read what I’ve contributed in Tranquility.
I think as I’ve written earlier, ten years ago while I was recovering from surgery, my sister gave me a laptop and told me to write something. I decided then to try a blog, though I barely knew what one was.
Throughout my life, it seems that writing has been one thing I can do nearly anytime. Feeling well, feeling poorly. At peace or in great stress.
Who knows, maybe I’m getting somewhere on this path.
Christopher
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image from Pixabay with thanks to shell_ghostcage
[haiku of the funeral]
common the remains
of by world and word a pope
framed in love to earth
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photo by Nicolas Weldingh on Unsplash
"in pace"
many Easter surfaces
textures
are soft
bunnies
chocolates
baskets
(grass
inside)
marshmallows
even eggs
yet how harsh to get here
via Triduum
even the more bearable parts
yet
the garden
blood
in prayer
arrest and condemnation
the death
the awful death
struggling to breathe while pushing
legs up
on the long branch of
the cross
then burial
finality
everything over
waiting only
for
remnant followers
to be finished
too
then
at the tomb
open
persons to say
to go on saying
that
the one
was there has
risen
resurrection once for all and
now
reason for faith
jubilance
and alleluia
so
maybe
through all of that
even the grander celebration
some
softness
is appreciable
for
pleasure and for comfort
if
catharsis then catharsis
though there’s more
while not
to take from doctrine
or
from liturgy
maybe
frankly
though
to trade a little on
any
easier aspects of
the peace that passes understanding
promised by
today
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Philippians 4:7
photo by Aleksei Agafonov on Unsplash
something to say to God, something to you
say what
I think I should
say something to God today
not about
the weather
which is
fine
about the tree out the window
and across the street
that looks as if it’s bearing
snow
that are the blossoms back
for spring
I should say thank you
for
new growth plus
reminding winter in
a romantic way
thank you
a wish is all
I hope this is a good
day
for you
maybe a day of extra goodness
in the eccentric
way
I thought it was Thursday
when it’s
Wednesday
an extra day in which all sorts
of added goodness
might
take place
and I hope it happens
for you
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photo by Paran Koo on Unsplash
here is a poem about spring; there is no image; I’m trying understand what I may post by way of text and-or image, given parameters; the poem is intentional, not a template
spring for sports
spring for sports
and spring for sports
and why not
we’ve been breathing indoor
court air
exclusively
too
long
time for a whistle heard across the field
the look of grass real
unreal
(somehow spring dirt makes
a difference)
to feel it
literally at last
underfoot
(maybe
a hobbit’s name)
t-shirts and fresh air
the shirts don’t have to be
so fresh
we could play well
we could play
fair
we could play free of interference
save our own
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I am trying with no images except, I guess, the banner image. No billboards should appear.
—CLC
well, I’m out of space, folks—I’m not sure what comes next
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